Grace Of Our Ages

by William Mae   Nov 27, 2016

Some say my dear, our lives first appeared, million's years now passed,
That we were two cells, ebbing in goo, where the slime developed our mass.
In the archaic age, we slithered in ooze; we flipped and flopped in its depths,
That we loved even there, side by side, mid the leaches slugs and the grass.
Brainless and heartless, we would find death, while the earth on its axes turned slow,
The land would heat up, then would cool down, as we both slumbered below.
Then birthed in a moment, breaking out of our egg, we tasted the light with our tongues,
We brushed off our scales, while wagging our tails, breathing the first time with lungs.
We clawed for our food, in the dirt and the ash, dining on worms in the dew,
We were happy in love, till death called again, and the earth pulled us back to its tomb.
Eon's and more, came and then went,
now simply by accident they say,
Our night was released, for our lives then at peace, to be birthed in a whole different way.
First we were slime, then cells in the brine, then hatched from eggs in lagoons,
We mastered our part, and got a fresh start, the next time birthed from a womb.

Once again love, our hearts were entwined, we leaped through trees with all ease,
And our beautiful days, would find us this way, picking fleas from our hair in the breeze.
You were my monkey, I was your ape, and we talked in grunts in those days,
I gave you bananas, berries, and dates, what a wonderful beautiful age.
Swinging on vines, with no conscience of mind, no laws to govern our ways,
These times were free, living in trees, we would sleep, we would eat we would play.
Nothing stands still, and time reaching forth, gave signal to death once again,
So back into earth, to await a new birth, once more we would descend.
Now low and behold, in a time that's now old, we were dwellers of caves and of dens,
In the childhood of speech, with features unique, no concepts of where we had been.
Our worries were small, if any at all, hand in hand we would howl at the moon,
Mid cockleburs and briar's, our love was inspired, and we beat on the rocks for a tune.

Kings of our throne, I chipped on a stone, made a crude weapon one day,
Now friends to the fire, with skins for attire, we dined in a whole different way.
Our clique would stop by, and each one would sigh, proud of our little caves decor,
Now and again, when night would begin, as the shadows danced over the floor.
Side by side we would sit, twiddling our sticks, feeling our life was so grand,
Knowing even then, as you tided our den, we were blessed above all in the clan.
Being well pass the slime, and the first tick of time, where ooze helped life to begin,
We rose above all, the species on earth, not knowing they all were our kin.
Now I know my dear, our loves not that old, but to me it's still just as real,
For God matched our love, from heaven above, that makes it eternal I feel.


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  • 1 year ago

    by Meena Krish

    No matter the time or the years or the births that have lived, passed and died when hearts know their soul mates they somehow keep coming together again and again...nicely penned.


  • 1 year ago

    by Ben Pickard


    As the other comments, this is long, but it needs to be to relate the story properly, as you point out.
    This held my interest throughout in its originality and flowing rhyme.

    Excellent stuff - nominated.


  • 1 year ago

    by Crystal

    You are a very talented writer. I enjoyed reading this.

  • 1 year ago

    by Em

    This is amazing and will be getting nominated by Mr.. It may have been long but it kept me entertained and interested al the way through, well done.

  • 1 year ago

    by Mary

    This is truly a brilliant write. Extremely clever and well written. This was so well thought out. I really enjoyed this piece.
    Take care

    • 1 year ago

      by William Mae

      Thank you so much Mary, I realized the length would discourage many from reading or even enjoying but I wrote it to tell a story. And a story for me at least takes more then 3 to 4 stanzas. I'm glad there are some who enjoyed it.