Creations breath, we wait and melt,
Back into the ether, we flow
Upon time’s doorstep, up we march
Knocking for our eternal soul
An answer resides, inside this house
Entwined, with secrets from long ago
And of our future, it knows that too
Of what uses, shall it do, for us,
When in moment our spirits glow.
Will you take this journey with me
And see where it will go, there is no
Journey like the one we see upon
The sanctums threshold, which holds
Us deep within our time until we allow
Self go, and free the captive of the day
Free our living soul.
Christopher Baird 2012 ©
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