Seed Of Lemuria Poem by Cynthia McCoy

It's hard yet, gentle appearance
It's soft yet, well worn look
It's seeds of knowledge embedded,
In the pages of a amcient book.

The keeper, recorder
Of the Lemurian age
It's coded silence set,
Inside a crystal cage
Now lies shattered,
Broken, Still

A message,
Within this crystal stone
Is waiting.
For the one to come forward,
To decipher the code

It's been said,
The one chosen,
Is the seed, of Lemurian men
With hair like copper,
And muscles, well defined

It's told
He will be found
Crouching down, on one knee
Digging and toiling,
Under a tree

With hair like copper
It's clear to detect
A quartz crysta, he holds
Holds close, to protect

The coded silence,
Set inside, the crystal cage
Shatterted and broken
By Earth's shifting core
Brought together, by men
The Seeds of Lemuria
Pieced together,
to be heard, once more

The seeds of knowledge,
Gathered and kept
By the man,
With hair like copper
And muscles, well defined
Persistently toiling,
For the cage,
Of coded silence