In the ocean deep corners
Of the mines of our mind
Before the first waves
of thoughts stir
Exists a rete
of sheer gossamer
That hold in remembrance
An antiquated trace
Of the origins
Of creations
Of tales untold
Upon which we lay
A language regal
And weave stories new
As this life we renew
Jul 17, 2014
Jul 17, 2014 at 2:50 AM UTC
In the ocean deep corners
Of the mines of our mind
Before the first waves
of thoughts stir
Exists a rete
of sheer gossamer
That hold in remembrance
An antiquated trace
Of the origins
Of creations
Of tales untold
Upon which we lay
A language regal
And weave stories new
As this life we renew
