Tell me then your perceptions of the past
Tell me why hard facts are hard today
Facts tomorrow, then gone away
Do facts, then, rarely last?
Watching the march of time, the artefacts
The ruins they continue to dig up day by day
What remains of those wonderful beings
Who peopled our fables and myths
Smoke, mist and other nebulous things
Spirited them away
Tiptoe in history’s corridors
Crowns, coins and chariots
People, peasants, and simple folk
Just spirited clean away
Where do they lie now?
Unknowns jostling in history’s corridors.
Queens, courtesans, mothers of kings
Toys and things, necklaces and dreams
Smoke, mist and other nebulous things
Spirited them away
Tiptoe in history’s corridors
The modified history of the world
Domination, nomination, abomination
Smoke and mist and nebulous things
Have spirited everyone away.
Great title and a great poem Rani, full of so many wonderful words, well done,10 Lynda xx
Wow Rani! I absolutely love this.. it's going straight into my favs! What a fabulous creation of ideas, you spun a beautiful web of words here. HG: -) xx
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Like Lynda, I love the title as well as the poem. Ron