Remains In the Museum

Who were you, witness prized. telling all manner of things Who were you, sincere, wise, voice quiet and hushed, beloved by mankind? Stranger bathe in crystal light Now spoken of ad nauseam. but no longer alive, frigid as a city mausoleum You, blossom of wisdom, conscience, essence, benevolence, kindness Were you the feet on warm sand? The rumble of stone on a mountain pass? Did your people imbue some ancient glade, breathe wood smoke? Were you followed by a child's eye, unafraid, telling stories Touching their minds as you now touch mine