Monday 18 February 2019

Silver Salamanders. POEM.

Silver salamanders crossed my path
Echo's of an ancient wrath.

Furious fires of emblazened eyes
looking into me and recognise.

Need to move now very fast
or this moment will be my last.

The yellow eyes, filled with fire
rob me of motion,and all desire.

Remember when you were here
the silver one says,a dim recognition
rises in mind,why have I been so blind.

My journey has been aeons long
been formed within many skins
the salamanders day just here to say
we will be YOU, one bright day.

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