From the lips of ancients,
words unheard,
carved into tablets of clay,
and walls of stone.

Hieroglyphics and petroglyphs,
Sanskrit scratches like from a chicken,
in the dust off a picked over yard,
unintelligible, but fascinating.

Deciphering takes time,
time is everlasting,
suddenly a keyword is found,
opening the meanings.

The poetry of your heart,
to me is no longer a conundrum,
understanding is mine,
love is mine.

Time was not friendly,
but what was put in,
is worth every tear and sweet drop,
tenfold of what was received.