Echoes From So Long Ago

Through worlds I have come,
my memories like echoes in the ether,
remind me of my journey,
as stars like flickering time pass by,
rise and fall in contiguous flow,
all I know and have seen
the marks on flesh I bare,
and my forebears speak to me in tongues,
words of epiphanies earned,
their resonant poignant gifts of spirit,
I cannot ignore.

And what they tell, what I remember,
is my soul’s joy, yet
the world about me so lost in dark repose,
no yearning for betterment, to know,
just the gathering of coin
and power’s beckoning will,
and imbalance the scourge of time,
the disease of malignancy,
the spirit wanting, starving,
and we watch the blood-letting,
the heartless aspirations of self.

Echoes are my warmth,
my empty arms to console,
the past of times more mellow, of the soul,
and the values I hold,
the ascending spirit of my whole,
peers down at the lost, tainted humanity,
once liberated within themselves,
now spirits soar in despair,
and I care deeply,
for such loss is more than I can bare,
when echoes from so long ago were there.

Tony DeLorger © 2017

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Full time author, freelance writer, poet and blogger since 1999. Twenty one published works, past winner of 'Poet of the Year' on HubPages, 'Poem of the Year' on The Creative Exiles, writer for Allpoetry.com, Google+, tonydwtf.blogspot.com.au
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