Ancient Mysteries Poem by JA. River

Ancient inks and quills,
Modern keyboard spills,
Both must foot the bill,
of a free hands will.

O' Secrets left unsaid,
O' wisdom's gray head,
O' loves lust forever dead,
O' nothingness left to be said.

Much knowledge i once required,
Much wisdom sought acquired,
Much love is still desired,
Much heart bares my attire.

Everything has been done,
the old replaced by young,
darkness defeated by sun,
inspiration inscribed in lung,
all that's left is us,
and one breath.