Lamentations of The Ancient Ones

May 21, 2023

silhouette of two person sitting on chair near tree

By Cris Burks

Fold into the luscious shadows
where history trills a mournful song
and wisdom ropes around the throat
We are ancient
We are ancient and wise
We are ancient, wise and invisible
We are here.

How sorrowful the sunlight
where we are
cast upon a barren land
Pause and give us drink.

Let us drink
The pleasures of daylight
Lay us well in fresh moss
Upon this mountain invisible
Let your neglect breeze about us.

These are the quiet moments,
sparse moments where
endurance whispers
its lasting charm.



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