The Seer
A seer clearly eliminates wonders
Positions our next move
As if we were ghost
Coming back to life
With soothing tales to tell...
Of clouds with crouching shoulders
Calmly speaking to release our shoulders of
Time-zoned pressures that weigh us down
Setting into the house of the rising sun
Where the rooms are half empty
And freedom holds open the gates...
Tales of thunder and lightning
With it's resounding sonic booms
Filled with silence and reason
Taking us back into the past while
Kick-starting our motions to forward
We are waves reaching the sky
As the sun waits to take us
To the greatest possible heights
Within the world of the seer
Copyright © Vincent Palumbo | Year Posted 2012
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