I have written secrets of the ages with the blood pen of my soul
who can read the web of words follow gossamer silk strands
decreasing circle? heart of the web is a knowledge web flowing
crystal words are hidden best beneath still waters into the light
we return cast our soul down through time immemorial ages
we seek rise up from dust earth to reclaim lost heritage of light
Terence George Craddock (Afterglows Echoes Of Starlight)
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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The birth and death of the evolving soul comes to mind. I do picture an ancient one scribing spells and secrets in old tomes....10