Power, power
within I'm calling
Zodiac markers
shifting, stalling
Marking tides
his story mourning
written hands
Connects our journeys
Calling short
Calling strong
Pyramids stood against all odds
when all was falling
earths Angel's calling
last stand repeated
An oil light burning
Multi-versed into several stories
Encrypted
lost in time
your journey
falling language
forgotten, turning
sands of time
still crawling forward
Time now caught
In capsuled story
Only captured steady glory
The morning Sun flips chapters time
While the night sleeps in
Dreaming of the mornings Sun
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Additional Credits: Flute by Katarina Rose