Absence of Passion

Intelligence with absence of passion

mirrors bleak skies with absence of its Sun.

A cold soul with no will to imagine

ceases to fathom the damage he's done.

When passion’s fire burns out into silence,

darkness overshadows what man had made.

Sloth and Slumber attack with a violence

that destroys dreams destined to fade.

Sun drifts off into eternal twilight

Leaving Earth trembling in abandonment.

All God’s creation loses strength to fight;

frozen to stone by light dispassionate.

So too will man die without dreaming dreams;

empty existences watched by Moon's beams.

(A friend recently recovered one of my old poems I had forgotten, not sure if I've posted this one before but here it is anyway. ^-^")