Cerpin Taxt

wirrow's blog: a new hevn [a creation myth in rhyme]

somewhere... live two stories
one of hevn, one of urth,
who awake to find they’re hugging
with no knowledge of their birth.

this embrace invokes a balance
the two stories have come one.
no more fear and no desire
nothing done to be undone.

but suddenly there is an urge
that shakes their tranquil state.
longing to understand themselves
and thirsting to create,

hevn, out of nowhere
tells a story of its own
and urth, beguiled by newness
acts this story out alone.

so with a song and dance
a tiny story came to be
a star that lit their eyes up
and enabled them to see.

with this new light both hope and fear
filled up their hearts with warning
this newborn tale was not alone
still many more were calling.

stories grew and blossomed then
sung in by hevn’s choirs.
they formed their shape aloft in space,
took life from urthly fires.

but stories are not set in stone
their shapes are always shifting.
suns lit up like fireworks
and mountain tops were lifting.

meadows stretched and liquefied
and poured into the ocean,
whose waves formed winged beasts that leapt
and fluttered into motion.

colours grew out of the ground
and spread into the sky
a watercolour world with rainbows
fifty stories high

great rocks rose to meet the stars
wishing a better view
the highest peaks were dusted white
each day, pristine and new

for everything a perfect place
a den, a hut, a hive
soon every thing the eye could see
came suddenly alive

with roots and shoots, with wings and feet
in flocks, in packs and swarms
a wondrous festival of life
of stories taking form

yet all these tales were merely sung
by hevn in collusion
with urth consumed with play acting
and plagued with mad delusion.

in time, urth started to believe
in its own mind’s inventions
it saw stories as solid truth
and followed their conventions

instead of dreaming up new tales
urth stopped and took full measure
of every narrative of old
and clung to them like treasure

hevn, wary of this path
but loyal to its friend
kept quiet for countless years
but spoke out in the end

"i'm scared our stories roar too loud
and cause us to forget
that we were just playing pretend
now all is stuck and set!

i don’t like this game anymore
when we’re no longer one
let's fall into each other's arms
and let the tales be done."

but urth, engrossed in its own myths
and certain of their power
shunned the touch of its old friend
and things began to sour.

driven by a mad impulse
urth gathered up its tales
and forced them all to huddle close
surrounded them with rails

the tales that once grew legs and arms
that shape-shifted and tangled
now sat solid, static, locked
rough edges now right-angled

"this is no game," cried urth, "it's real
these stories won't collapse!
don't preach to me of harmony
i won't fall for your traps!

our oneness is an ancient dream
this falsehood won't prevail
your words are trying to poison me
but all to no avail."

hevn wailed, heart torn in two
“can you not understand?
i only want us to be one
forever hand in hand

i have no darker aim than that
my friend, I fear remorse
when a long and lonely age from now
you’ll see we ran off course”

so then from lofty heights urth shrunk
whom rage had made a giant
now calmed and next to hevn stood
and no longer defiant.

"i mean you no distress, my love
our playtime here was bliss
our hugging time was harmony
and though it will be missed

the mystery of what we are
is more than i can stand
through stories only lived and breathed
will i ever understand.

i must let go and join our tales
and with this merging seal
a sacrifice so soon forgot
will makes these stories real."

and as urth turned to walk away
hevn stood its ground
and watched as urth leapt to the skies
and hurled itself back down!

with this loud crash, a deluge
swept up hevn in its wake
and nearly drowned when all around
became a sudden lake.

so hevn looked with teary eyes
at what urth had become
across the shore for many moons
alone and growing numb.

by the rivers urth had caused
the outcast hevn sat down
and wept remembering the days
when urth was still around.

but pining was not company
it only brought upset
hevn knew one thing for sure
this fact alone was set

no matter how the times had changed
despite their different ways
hevn and urth were meant to be
and with the passing days

the emptiness in hevn's heart
came all too much to bear
its other half was far detached
there was no time to spare

to find and join urth once again
within its solid rails,
hevn sung itself a boat
and peacefully set sail.

so here i am across the lake
and left with little time
i look back on my journey here
and write this very rhyme

to tell you how it all began
as soon i will forget..
a sacrifice i have to pay
until all is reset.

i'll be with you again, my love
perhaps not as before
but i will find brief melodies
to break us from our chores.

a momentary lapse, perhaps
through lovers who can see
in moments of divine desire
the ones we used to be.

the sparks that flew in our embrace
remembered in a kiss
flickers of our ancient love
in these human blips of bliss.

and that will ever be enough
to keep us burning bright
an ember can ignite a fire
one flame can warm the night

it's time for me to let go now
and be carried away,
but i take this message with me
so it may find you one day.

through whatever way it chooses
through whomever it may find
to remind you in your darkest hour
that we were once entwined.

when tragic moments break your heart
when lost within a crowd
when fear has taken hold
and when your stories roar too loud

just remember that it’s all a tale
a big game of pretend
and one day, as all stories do
ours will also end.

but we’ll meet again back at the start
with no knowledge of our birth
we'll do it all again, by heart
a new hevn and a new urth.

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