Beyond the clouds.
I think I saw glimpses a woven basket
holding life's secrets and those
wayward thoughts
tempting me to try to reach the morsels of possibilities
as I gather the blessings hidden in my soul so full
that I can plant the seeds of excess in holes
hallowed by the Pillars of time
that fall with forgotten
memories
And the impact of the fall hollows out a hole
A place to leave a note or two
of past and present energy to
grow
as a hope of remains of truth
put in a place with this fantasy
of a basket brought now to
this strange planet
as it’s final resting place
built with blood, bones,
greed and glory
fear and truth,
and this strange mix of spirit and man.
Now fleeting dreams
Gone to the grace of life
And what it takes to create a legacy