White, yellow sand stretches far on southern coast glinting sparks in hot sun- washed by waves of endless tides.... unveiling treasures distant shores to distant ends around the earth that come from varied birth.
Think not with pride nor mirth our heart is from the sun and in the ground.... for ages lost and found. Beneath the sea there is a tale to tell of life and death and dreamless sleep where keepers keep.
Shall we look or leap or hold the lantern still? There's power and will in every hill and running plain.
The sandy shore its timeless wealth is mine and more but endless is the lore that guards and holds the lantern bright- the open door.
Last Edit: Apr 23, 2019 16:09:34 GMT 9.5 by fjrogers
Distant peaks emerge....clear as day. The hermit's lantern turns to guide the way. Hermit's Way - F. J. Rogers