Like echoed chords passed all to time
The scribe bent forward to his rhyme
Seeing deep life’s rolling passing scenes
Prophets to hazy smoke their dreams
Half seen answers clouding their minds
Outside life’s square caught up in bind
Seeking business best left alone
Rusting church bells dusty unread tomes
As in valleys shrouded deep in power
Sacred crystals dance to call the hour
Unread secrets quietly growing few
Ancient rites scattered in the sky so blue
Willows bending drink from stream
Journeying waters from the peaks unseen
Life it travels those endless rivers vast
Scenes they change with endless cast
Visions once laid across the green land
Cities vast by nature turned to sand
Ever traveling safe in their chosen band
Like pianos keyed to sound so grand
GE(c)Reserved 2016
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