A Thousand Years Poem by Doris Cornago
A Thousand Years
A ghost from the underworld
Walks on the threshold
Memories ignite
Feelings
Unite
Come in
From the cold
A thousand years
Of love in the making
We're evolving, you're king
I'm a fragile handmade figurine
Thursday, December 28, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: evolution,fragility,ghosts,memoriam,memories
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
In the periphery of our real world is the unseen of which we glimpse in our dreams, and we have sense of it, snaps of visions, recollections. We may not know the meaning now, but the full meaning will unravel as we encounter the same situations in our waking life. There is indeed a lot we do not know about the capacity of the mind and the scope of consciousness - and beyond it.
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