The Eden Seed

We came in an age long since decayed in the Genesis of your past,
We landed in your sweet green grass and felt at home at last.
Cautious in our footsteps, afraid of this new land we had found -
Alert to the dangers ahead of us, we crept without a sound.
We came quietly, as a flurry of snow falls silently from the sky,
And we watched as your world went by…

A winding wormhole brought us to your young evolving world,
We found your children innocent, their minds still yet unfurled,
Your people pure and pastoral, unaccustomed to life’s nature,
They gave us names and worshipped us, built temples in our favour,
We clung to each other as a mother holds her baby to her breast,
And we felt we had been blessed…

They thought we were their sacred gods, they did not understand,
They watched us working ‘miracles’, saw ‘magic’ in our hands,
We mingled with them, our seed with theirs – our races became true brothers,
We told them of our lost home beyond the stars, and of our mothers.
Of our planet where only the oceans eased the heat of our expanding sun,
We told them why we had come…

But we were restless, aching souls, wanting more than second best,
We ran away from challenge, we couldn’t meet the test,
We left to find a planet where the air was sweet as ours,
Where the oceans flowed with crystals, and the trees bore amethyst flowers,
We left hopefully to search the skies for a better land than yours,
We reached for golden shores…

The search for our Utopia raised dread in all our souls,
The Universe of Dreams became a Nightmare of Black Holes,
Planets of eternal dark, raging storms, molten seas,
Atmospheres of poisoned air, polluted soil and rotten trees,
Hostility oozed from every icy crevice and grain of desert sand,
We fled through Time back to your land

But now we’ve lost your blessed Earth, mislaid the sky that binds you,
Our star charts have misled us here, for now we cannot find you,
We’ve checked our coordinates many times; we thought we knew them well,
But all we find is a dying planet, a bombed-out empty shell,
So now we leave quietly, as the ash and dust falls silently from the sky,
And we cry as your world goes by…



© Sue Condon 2013