Books Dine On Time Poem by Arno Le Roux

Books Dine On Time

How do urgent energies forge a book to lay
Is it but conceived of our love of lead or ink?
It waits decades asleep readying human think
That old saying hidden from our look today

We blow heavy dust from many old ones torn
Wrote by souls who lines in clouds have drawn
And future thoughts waiting newer human dawn
Rhymed for todays' newer challenges is born

And feel the pages plant anchors in our stride
Some soul then saw today sharing this here feel
Messages anonymous to shake us up and reel
Can leaded pages open minds more wide?

Only explanation is time for us was split in two
Feel by now and much later password dates
Over dark horizons some managed waits
Time is kind if you cluelessly hold the clue

Arno Le Roux 2015