Forgotten Secrets
A memory fades when you pull the shades.
Empty pages reveal what evades.
A thought of what the world will be.
Slips away into a mindless sea.
A poet turns another page.
Beginning time in a new age.
Where all the twist's and turn's entangle.
Trying to see the truth from every single angle.
Those misty morning memories.
Revealing ghostly entities.
That leave the soul to carry on.
With forgotten secrets of the dawn.
Maybe divinity's true north.
Is what propel's a human forth.
Toward the future's final line.
You'll seek your's, and I'll seek mine.
Copyright © Robert Johnson | Year Posted 2015
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