Set the Night Singing #2.45
Updated: Oct 13
Mountains keep deep time inside
their cavern halls, where tales abide -
striated walls, to hearers, speak -
bright jewels confide to them who seek
the record of the fire and loam
that sculpted caves to serve as home.
And sea abysses break to show
the oldest days that Earth doth know.
So long we, former days, to claim,
that we might understand our fame.
But olden tales might pale before
the days that lie on further shore.
A thousand years beyond this night -
what name shall mark the coastal bight?
These pages, blank, before us stand,
so writ by rock, so read by hand.