Ancient Mystery (A Brand New Poem For All Of You) Poem by Melvina Germain

Vividly hear thee whispers upon the edge of sleepless night.
Ancient voices of despair released from harrowed tombs.
Embracing my very soul with a rhythm of mothers care,
counting me as a Blessing in the bosom of eternal life.

A Black sheep self given, an implantation of my own but as of
late realizing, I was a lost Queen of the throne. O it's never too
late for the darkest maiden to return to her royal flock. Though
her wings were once clipped, it's time to turn back the clock.

Whilst an ancient memory reminisces such great value of the
past. One pulls from the page of history an abundance of
knowledge so amassed. Doth thy spirit return to flesh from
the death of yesteryear. Did truth's grit beneath old rocks shed
the darkest and thickest tears.

Bemused one doth not stand alone among the hoard of
old bones, questions crying out beneath rocks and angry clay.
Dried blood, odorless will bring forth truth day by day. Let
archeologists uplift the remnants unfolding reason and why.

Written by: Melvina Germain
Date: April 22/2014