Beneath our feet are lives long past
Tended to by all manner of creation
To pay respect to the ground we tread
Is to do well by our ancestors, long forgotten
When one ceases, one flees below
Only to be raised up yonder in ways unheard
But what shall it matter, if all is of stardust?
It is but another story for one to share, in good graces
So sleep well, dreamer of dreams. May you dream of good dreams…
Again. And again. And again…
© Sayer Teller
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Very creative and imaginative. A new idea beautifully spunned!
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