Spiral of Time
An’ so the world doth turn again,
From the edge doth it begin,
The newest chapter of our life,
To travel from darkness to light,
A light that births our sacred frenzy,
That opens unto us the cauldrons of poesy,
Through sorrow into joy we go,
This life, this light, a traveler’s own,
To go beyond the veil of mists,
To live as though the spiral insists,
To see each day as its new branch,
Life ever forged as its new path,
For those who walk it never cross,
The same old worn out roots of moss,
Ever do they walk through sodden,
The oldest paths only trees have trodden,
And sometimes lost they seem to be,
Through spirals of time they walk with glee.
