Ancient
people here once,
Now
gone, fables of the
Sun
and moon.
Man
has made that,
This
is not nature,
Why
did they make this,
For
what reason could we
Yet
know the figments,
Of
their special dreams?
Side
by side the stones,
Driven
deep into the ether,
Simple
past can resonate,
As
once long before,
Where
foam of simpler life
Gets
us back to love
The
ancestors gave to us,
The
grateful, whom they'd
Never
known, yet cared for.
Views
from the gate,
Came
to be a view
Into
paradise, to a world
We
ought to live within.
Framed
another open door,
Views
and pictures held aloft,
Where
romance between us
Was
ever soft, and magical.
Here
now a memorial, an
Homage
to dearly loved ones.
How
we once belonged to her,
Hugged
the rock of antiquity.
Calmness,
quiet, peaceful abandon,
Away
from progress and obsession,
Loved
the way of natures call,
Happy
is Miranda when love
Is
here overwhelming us all.
Clocks
stop ticking, past comes
Forward,
hopeful of the light of,
Day,
when we can give our
Love
away, and rest on the
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