Saturday, 20 January 2018

The mirage of now

Whispering as we entered the caves
As though some spirit might welcome us
Who'd been hibernating long years past

We held our breath our eyes came to see
Stalactites gittering as with frost
Guide then whispering welcomed us in

Sleeping bats hung under the caves dome
With faltering steps we ventured on
Until we had to bend right down low

The guide's torch now reveals a scene where
Skeletons of ancient people lay
Unseeing, rejected from our world

To sleep alone for eternity
But they teach us of life and of death
Dust and droppings their final wreath

Tour is over we make our way out
Our eyes slowly adjust to the light
The mirage of now comes back to view

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