Gold Years


Gold Years

No need to take hold
Of the ancient image
We will decline with the day
To enter the turquoise tunnel
Of life’s wisdom and observation

After labour, mating, breeding
We know what comes next
Art, spirituality, high beauty
Animal, mineral, wood
We have reincarnated back

Into stars, and fixtures of light
No need to remember the past
Our purity is in our gratitude
The service we offered to
To the assemblies of singing universes

We were a bit of everything once
We sampled the goods
And came out with
The vague idea of infinity
And recollections of eternity.

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