There the fire starts, raging across the grassy seas,
Into the worlds of the lost tribes.
Gathering them up into a wind swept caress,
And hurls them back to the dusty lands,
Out of deep blue seas.
There they rest until the last days.
None shall be able to touch,
Their inner spirit.
From the top of the mountain,
Lies a vision as far as the eye can see.
No other land will prevail over this land,
As we watch from a distance.
Too far, for many, to short for a few.
As the fire rages on....
Copyright (c) 2012, “The View of the Fire”, Paul S Hickman, All Rights Reserved
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