I remember those past lives…: A poem 

I remember all those cities 

of diamonds, of gold… 

like when you put a shell on your ear 

and you hear the entire universe roar 

When things are so rough 

that you need to find the energy to be tough 

You can find it in the deep mines of the past 

Those lodes that for eternity last 

like crucibles that you never realised are much too vast 

Those lives that brought you to the intensity of where you are 

The love that makes each moment an eternity 

That love which is never threadbare 

that is woven with immense care 

And I choose to seek out all the diamonds and gold… 

rediscovered artefacts from times of old