'Across the starry heavens it surveyed A firmament which filled the soul with awe Where magic was so wondrously displayed Upon the tapestry the creature saw. As such, enchantment lit the darkened nave Where primacy should fearfully reside And seek protection, be it in a cave, Though little comfort would those walls provide. That echoed with each predatory howl Borne on a breeze of unrepentant breath Or where an adversary chose to prowl - Invoking stealth to aid the course of death..........' And with these three opening 4-line verses (not joined together as must be shown here!) 'Heaven and Earth' begins to weave its poetic web while the creation story is portrayed as never before! Written in the elegant, classical form, most dramatic in metered rhyme, this poetic symphony traces evolution from primacy, through chaos then order, unto the present age. With a speculative glimpse into the future as it turns about its potential conclusion but which, of course, remains as yet hidden albeit unknown to the human condition. What is primarily a work of fiction contains those revelations that appear to knit together some vestiges of truth - or so it seemed to the poet at the time as he conjured his magic spells while putting pen to paper and bringing heaven (or the heavens) and earth in closer proximity. And where he was joined by the one, the true creator, and its principal aspect - the great magician whose words occur, in limited measure, throughout the fourth and final movement of the symphony e.g. 'Come kneel beside me, honored guest, Come stay with me this chosen hour, Then he unleashed such primal power That wrenched creation from his breast!' Herein we follow the trials and tribulations of the creature that arises from the primal waters and, granted immortality, bears silent witness as to the path of evolution throughout the eons until its ascendancy in the modern era. And, so it is, that the reader can ride upon the magic craft, upon the rise and fall, the flowing rhythms of rhyme, while the infinite, ever expanding universe is revealed (at least to some extent) upon a multi-textured, rainbow-tinted firmament which brings about its own end as seen in the final verses - 'Until upon a palette's inner spot, 'Round which those vestiges had once revolved, The artist drew a universal dot And where creation was (at length) dissolved. But deep within that dot a silhouette Was undisturbed, though all should fade away, Where magic and enchantment ever met - As, in the twilight, at the close of day!'