The Spirits Of Time Poem by Linda May Fox

The breeze ruffles the curtains of silk
Which hide the spirits from whence we came,
, Stroking the soft ripples as they move onward to fill,
While those in watch wither and wane.

Awaiting another world in a silence so free,
A radiant sunshine lights the way
To a far off time, right there to see,
A land of spirits needing to stay!

A glare caught in the rays of the sun
As a sprinkle of life comes into sight,
A reminder of the time that has already come,
A world already enfolded in light!