Treasure Island

G.R. Gaus

(April 11 1950 / St. Louis)

The Crossroads of Time


After memories of the fleeting past,
Before the future’s glow,
Suspended in an endless contrast,
Few are meant to go.

Where secrets aren’t forbidden,
Truth so plain to see,
Words most perfectly written,
Waiting to set free.

In this place, seems hidden well,
Yet right before your eyes,
Calm, collected, time stands still,
No need for a disguise.

Souls of all the past unite,
Whisper of their tales,
Hearts shown a blinding light,
Ships with full blown sails.

Familiar scent of ocean’s brine,
Sweet fragrance of the bloom,
All together in this great design,
Leaves nothing to assume.

Another day in another time,
Listen closely for the voice,
Calling as the church bells chime,
Every human, meets their choice.

Submitted: Sunday, May 19, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, September 11, 2013
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Everyone is invited but few ever meet their journey here……55862

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