Chronicle The Journey Poem by Liilia Talts Morrison

Last night I heard a distant whispered call
Chronicle the journey before the curtain falls
Squeeze every note from throbbing chords of life
As blistered bleeding fingers banish strife

Sing melodies to spheres of heaven's lode
Your chanting making crystal orbs explode
In caves long ceremoniously sealed
Now open yawning mysteries revealed

Walk briskly as the rain melts brutal shields
Cry tears to water thirsty devil fields
Walk, walk, and keep on walking on
Your weary laden journey my dear son

Let sun and thunder crown your head with gold
Eye single as your fevered search enfolds
Stand tall accepting as the curtain falls
Chronicle the journey. Recall. Tell all.