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Ancient Voices
@uootem 2002
ancient voices etched on ancient parchment
the book is opened when time is timeless
what is once already written, can not now be spoken
ancient voices etched on ancient parchment
words pour from my soul as the seal is broken
the sundial measures nothing without its shadow
ancient voices etched on ancient parchment
this moon is bright and illuminates all I am to know
until the rising of the sun, 'tis this I must confess.
they spoke of me, sharing esoteric whispers
of the one who in shadow-light came to stand
yet shadows in candle flame cast so dim a ray
they spoke of me, sharing esoteric whispers
in this light the otherworld is faded-mist gray
and up above a sea of clouds forecast certain storm
they spoke of me, sharing esoteric whispers
enlightenment comes and haunting memories form
of footprint impressions once made in precarious sand.
the sunset of an old day lengthens the shadows seen
I kneel and pray for the reassurance of another morning
but the promise of tomorrow is found not with any certainty
the sunset of an old day lengthens the shadows seen
thus I sleep in hope and am grateful for some lasting eternity
for my waking will be but another cycle of earth's full circle
the sunset of a new day lengthens the shadows seen
I gladly cherish that which was given as a sacred miracle
and one day perhaps move past this persistent mourning.
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