Mountain King Corridors Poem by Terence George Craddock

i am not
worried about
poetry

in the hall
of mountain
greedy king

the doors
must
close

longing to know
longing to understand
longing to perceive

i know
i never got
to be me

centuries
from now
maybe

someone
will long
to read me

to resurrect
lost sequences
string galaxies

lost
among
empty

spaces
feel
unwritten

poet sage
pulse beat feel
unwritten

unread
words
for such

as these
the doors
will open

a spirit
will whisper
in mind

depart
into shadows
with a kiss...


Terence George Craddock (Afterglows Echoes Of Starlight)
Copyright © Terence George Craddock