Out of dream time stepped a twilight man
awakened from under earth's blanket out of a pod
This revered spirit gave totemic ancestors to each clan
then returned as tree and rock, a slumbering god
As if out of clay he had molded man's race
from chips of humanity's block
In magical song each chant's note falls into place
with music of a mythical clock
To guide us back he left song lines
to man's two souls, a musical map
Here no life or death, follow roots and vines
to dream time in the circle of a never ending nap
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Author:
sorenbarrett (
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Comments3
Good write SB.
Thanks Orchi
Beautiful, dear sorrenbarret beautiful. 🌹 I absolutely love your last stanza
Thanks Teddy this was just a reference to aboriginal belief from Australia. Appreciate the review friend.
Powerful work.
Thanks Thomas your comments are appreciated
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