A Day In the Museum

A Day in The Museum Who were you, witness prized. In all manner of things sincere, wise, Voice hushed quiet beloved by mankind? strangely lit by crystal light you described ad nauseum. now no longer alive in cold untroubled quiet still as the marbled mausoleum The imperfect blossom of ancient wisdom, Conscience essence, benevolence kindness Who's feet felt warm sand heard rumbling stone on a mountain pass your people pervading ancient glade, breathing wood smoke? Were you there followed by a child's eye, unafraid, telling your story touching minds as you now touch mine