Quid pro quo
Apr. 20th, 2009 09:05 pmQuid pro quo
By Everett A Warren
April 27, 1991
Glimpses of elder mysteries,
Forgotten places steeped in time,
Travel the lost path of discovery.
Knowledge and wisdom -- Held in the hearts of moss encrusted rock.
Strength and motion -- Flows in streams of consciousness.
And yet, see the crystal, hardened to a shine, the glory of light reflected around you.
And still, the crystalline waters cascade in rainbows of timeless light.
Hear the soft song of the restless brook,
Hear the cries of children playing in the setting sun.
Can you hear the edritch secrets as they're whispered in the trees.
Do you fear the cries of the whipporwill echoing past dark as they steal souls away.
Keep watch over the lonesome fens,
Can you feel the brooding silence threatening.
Lost in the 'midst of a dream,
Wandering hopeless and unseen,
What secrets do you have for revelation?
Peaceful waters
Obscuring human cacophany.
Copyright (c) 1991 Everett A Warren