Scattered through the mists of time
Ancient bells echo out their rhyme
Swirling dust clouds rolling through
Whispered echoes of the things once true
Raindrops spiral downwards gather pace
Bringing life to dry (wrinkled) creek beds face
Erasing fissures in long dried mud
Drought it breaks and turns to flood
Straddled now aboard fates train
Each day seeing how we lose the pain
Of places once held treasured deep
Where once we did just stand and weep
As changes flowing on life’s tide
Mountain streams feed rivers ride
To replenish stockpiles once deplete
Fate to destiny’s chance we meet
Cloaks their gathered against the cold
Reaching now the things we hold
Warm light floods the way ahead
(More wonderful than that book you read)
Remembering now the things you said
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