We carve what remains upon sacred firmament
Stripped yawning willow and immovable blackened stone
From where a dragon’s fire spilled upon the land, and on its back we rode
We follow the oak’s whisper in the wind, and all meet once again
And so it shall be until the end of time, for we are neither here nor there
As the note is plucked from seer’s heavenly harp
So too shall we scribe upon what lasts not
As our tracks are covered by snow and rain
To be washed away, but within the memory of the oak, all shall be remembered forever
© Sayer Teller
A great poem…deep and moving towards the endurance of memories beyond the cloak of time
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Cloak is an apt description, very wise. Thank you for your kindness.
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Most welcome
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Could I have your email please? I would like to send you a copy of my new book.
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Sayer, it’s beautiful to know that you have a new book. Well done indeed.
calawhale@yahoo.com should do. I’ll look at it. Really excited to read your work…you know you write some great stuff
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I’m honoured by your words of kindness, truly…
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