I think afar to distant lands and walk upon the golden sands on endless shores of hidden worlds in plain view- but seen from space amid the old galactic race that passes ages through the gates and sends cycles on.
I gaze within the sun and moon and see the temples high at noon.... spinning gold like fire that brings desire to mountain peaks. An ancient flame awaits and speaks through thoughts and minds in words and signs.... carried by the waves from solar rays.
I ponder deep on cities lost and think of those who bore the cost.... and left abandoned structures bare for places green and fair- and wisdom left behind that's rare.... a wealth of treasures dreams of gold perfection still to come.
Last Edit: Mar 17, 2023 18:55:26 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