Ephemeris of Time
Lays on the mountain
Like clouds lay gently
On the shoulders of Aspens

My brothers live here
for generations Far
beyond recorded history
These aEons of Life

In an unknown world
Bringing to bear the
Afterlife of kindness
In light of and Before

such chaos

And yet

As donned the mask
Of mans gold destiny the
Same Floating bergs of ice
These white crystals

Carried me to shore
In their arms the very
Footprints made, left by
Our mention to the sea

The soft spoke whisper
Of ancient deities found
Naked, contentious as
A mirror of human folly

© Thespian Drummer