The New World: White Light (Part 1)

Faces stare from that of a ripple of water
Longest years in makeshift life
Colors create motion in long lost autumn
Pores in a column of arches from a knife

As entity moves through the door
A yard sits cold and lost
Trees hissing out of bore
The length of blue is the hearts only cost

Two moons like that of eyes without the sun
Mindless mayhem just beyond a row of trees
Moonlight shines as almost off a gun
Never again is what one person always sees

Peaceful and lonely and sparkling in one
Heartbeats and blinks from the world
Without pain and love there would be no fun
Anger and emotion in a scene hurled

Standing in this immense beauty forever
Knowing out of here the world of weapons
Leave here? "Never"
Taking it in all in the last seconds

As the mushroom cloud appears in the sky
And the white light and fire close in for its turn
Everything in its path will burn and die
I hold out my arms embracing as everything burns