Out of Time

Form: Clare’s Sonnet

That inner urge to clear the leaf strewn ground
To look out and see nothing lying around
To empty the mind of all wayward thought
And find the peace that cannot be bought
A sacred space that floats outside of time
Where bards sing their songs and tell their rhyme
As I fall silent to hear each epic verse
Mythological beasts brandishing a curse
Defeated by warriors blessed by magic spell
And I listen to every story they tell
Of ancient days when the gods walked here
And I know they still do; I have nothing to fear
I bid them all a blessed good night
Taking to my world their truth and light


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