Mystic Spring
MYSTIC SPRING
A Methusalean warp,
In-and-out of body time,
When renewal seems to split.
Soul conceives a mystic pair,
One, atop, with fresh tulips
One neath a burial wreath
This dichotomy cries out,
One from cackling, mortal fear
Unknown dimension other
But allow those sunbirds sing
Gather new thy hoary self
And accept this mystic spring
Copyright © Daver Austin | Year Posted 2013
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