Memories: Artifacts Of Clay
Memories: Artifacts Of Clay
When a baby cries in hunger for a suck
Then, the source dries finer of a luck
Miles before cameleer ducks in the fancy of mirage
Guile furor crept mocking at the tardy marriage
Between a vision what I see and I hear
And a legion of the reason I always forbear
Muse ascend on the mind as a sorcerer
Spelling its magic on the flight forever
Memories artifacts, A peddler sells out
Experience the master, Poetry is all about
Mother antique stoned to dust in time
No honey does emanate from breast fine
Journeying in the sand of imagination
Joy seems to be that perennial vegetation
Feeding the hunger of a child with its soul
Harping on finer to shield the great lull
Left are the remnants of memories old
Ceased under the ticking time to unfold
When it grows to its youth, wings of fancy fly
Then, the memories live as artifacts of clay
Tides of time sweep the art to the origin back
Beginning in end, the journey continues without a break