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
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