Beneath many stars
Lays such old treasures
World captures a jar
Only time measures
Invisible world
How do we ignore
At granted we harold
Those little things
But time doesn’t age
Priorities must
Invisible cage
We know you’re with us.
Whispers around
Searching for new ways
Please don’t put us down
In order dismay
Breath upon my face
A sing of belief
By many paces
Visible relief
Poem # 33
Idea April 15 / 23 May 4 June 28, 1992
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