Wednesday, 6 June 2012

Passage of Time

like kindred sparks in foreign frames
flashing through these picture plains
down dusted shores steps retrace
to continue stories resting place

the chiming bell transmits beyond
conversing the ghost of voices vagabond
as do cave temples resonate
novas speak in hum

while echoes across telescopic fathoms
guide the spirits narrow cavern
through the mortal galleries fading gaze
where soft dimensions cannot retain

yet for the astral rippling rhymes
recollected by the travelers of time

Keith Catton