Friday, 12 December 2014

The Sage


In dunes and hardened earth 
On a quest in stars follow 
With travelled heels for travelled soul 
From a face chiseled and bejewelling 
For a wind-lost city of golden pathways
To a death-touched grip on bending staff
Over time in sand and falling age 
At a mountains peak on rising hope
Took the rivers kiss on parched lips
Through the hearts of men in word
Past the keepers watch on wings
There at ends met by and by 
An utterance for him, thus bestowed
"I know whereby your step has fallen
And followings in trust of turn 
A place for you shall be written 
Be it for your planted deeds 
Be it for your mark on men" 


mF


(C) MarkFlood2014

 

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