Post by Ross McCague on Aug 9, 2007 13:36:40 GMT -5
(at the site of ancient Paleros)
I count the years and I shed no tears,
I'm blinded to what might have been.
Robert Zimmerman
An accident of fate left this cold ruin,
The damage that was done.
Everyone keeps patterns in place.
Strange healing winds release themselves somewhere.
Can you find yourself this hour?
An unbidden understanding comes
even in skies with little visibility.
If there is a world complete,
Is it encircled in every soul?
Kingdom follows kingdom endlessly:
The parent of your parent of your child.
Webs of circumstance revolve.
One glistening opportunity to be whole,
What need now for silvered filigree or hammered gold?
I count the years and I shed no tears,
I'm blinded to what might have been.
Robert Zimmerman
An accident of fate left this cold ruin,
The damage that was done.
Everyone keeps patterns in place.
Strange healing winds release themselves somewhere.
Can you find yourself this hour?
An unbidden understanding comes
even in skies with little visibility.
If there is a world complete,
Is it encircled in every soul?
Kingdom follows kingdom endlessly:
The parent of your parent of your child.
Webs of circumstance revolve.
One glistening opportunity to be whole,
What need now for silvered filigree or hammered gold?