Ghosting Earth, A Realm With Turf

The Heart of Humanity,

the measurement against a Fetter.

The weight seems carried,

a harried approach as mans encroach,

distributed to lighten their load.

Shackled to the Mortal Body,

the Energy sapped when trust becomes availability,

the length of Stay,

a morbid play.

The sighting of a Galaxy,

One so brilliantly made,

by design, not Ours,

We are Able, to Be stable.

To enjoy the Stars,

shining so bright and seemingly on course,

to burn, to learn,

it seems Our turn.

Soaking-in the Moon,

she is in full-bloom,

the mirrored affects the Bay,

the shimmer of Earth increases her girth,

lighting the Sky to complement her Sted.

In patient Order,

Isis, Set,

the Sun will peek her due.

The next Horize to realize,

a brilliant day,

a time of due.

The fragment of the southern tip,

a Cosmos teaching,

a pleading stored,

the Energy seeks to out the Spear,

the point to drive,

explosive pry.

The billions of years in birth of here,

the death will find a future peer,

the sound of longing begins with tone,

the moan of growing pains begin to stir.

In existence this Planets resistance,

design does magnify with persistence,

the darkest hole, the greatest light,

could never pass without a Fight.

Hint

The Memory Door,

for All to chore,

the Mind of Thought is often fraught,

the Work it takes is wade.

Life is planned,

it is standing,

with gracious detail Mother Nature appeals,

it is Real.

Humanity believes this breath surreal,

at best a rest,

at worst a deal,

this reprieve delivers feel.

Is it the Dream that enters sleep,

that Keep, the Hold,

a vast repair, so quick despair,

when Millions 'out' Wrath,

a subtraction or act?

Is it the Math that adds-up to a Fact,

that the management of a provisional Flat,

this Earth in a planetary Row,

is chilled in galactical flow,

as a tactic of a Universe in a Solar Systems growth.?.