Lie with me
on this ancient
ground and keep
me warm with
your lies about
a better tomorrow
where sorrows
die with the
remnants of my
common sense

In dryest desert
Lay hidden jewels,
The monuments of days gone by,
Beneath the holy
Sands of Time,
Where altars to the Old Gods lie,

I found myself
Without my faith,
And could not pray, for I would die,
When I awoke,
Beneath the palms,
At the temple of the Ceruni.

To see their Gods,
Such power and fear!
For I've felt no presence as I have felt here,
So strong,  so pure,
So rich; Alive!
The Gods have felt so near this night.

I wandered in,
Through sacred gardens,
Which no other man had yet seemed defy,
And came upon her,
Her robes as the snow,
The Goddess of the Ceruni.

She beckoned me
From silvered dome,
Where she was seated,  upon silver throne,
I passed the great hemp
And red poppies which shone,
To lay my eyes upon her.

"O Dear Goddess," did i cry,
"Have the heart to tell me why,
When I have spent my days and nights,
Not quite dead, Yet not alive,
Am I shrouded in your Holy Light? "

She gave no words,
But simply smiled,
I, gripped by silence all the while,
Could find no speech
Nor pause for thought,
As she whispered lessons which one time, were taught.

You may think me mad;
I swear I am not!
I'll point out the towers if we find the spot,
Such silver and gold,
Such wonderful shine!
To be in a place where the Gods would recline.

I've witnessed the spires
Of fallen empires,
So proudly they stand in desert dry!
But I've no recollection,
Upon sudden reflection,
Of where the Holy Temple lies.

But when I die,
O, take me there!
Where hemp and poppy kiss the sky!
And on my slate,
Let them write,
"Here lies the last of the Ceruni!"

Before Adam and Eve
I ate that apple

Never, you were taught. umm

There's an ancient rhythm of the heart
that has been there ever since the start
when life evolved at the dawn of time
and began to beat a certain rhyme.

We hardly know how this came to be
and if there was any purpose to see;
across all those various stages of life
that seem to go through unending strife.

If the heartbeat is steady body is maintained
and together with the mind both are sustained
  but if it falters and sometimes misses a beat
then there's something wrong one has to treat.

During the course of life's journey on earth
there are moments that are contrary to mirth;
a foe instead of a friend can cause one trouble
which will have to be dealt with on the double.

This ancient rhythm is the pulse of life
that all living creatures have and is rife;
within each one's ***** it can be heard
a semblance of the Creator's Divine Word.
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