And Light With Darkness

Poetry is 'the word', as it was given, and meant to be spoken...at the beginning. Poetry bound the world, and light with darkness, so that one great consortium of life could become...and go on.

Every creature wondered, what became of the song, when the sorcerer, silent...would sing no more. "I am tired", he said, "that all I have made, should be vainly given...to be undone."

But, the mother said, "Let them remain for a time, to grow wise of their kind...that the garden will cradle, even though words will grow old and forgot...to mean nothing to them then."

The sorcerer looked away to a star, and said, "So, let it be finished, and so it be done." as he rose from his world...and went along.


Written by Bruce James Clyde 2017, at Deming, New Mexico

Art: myjavier007, native american shaman