Buried Treasure

Buried Treasure

Buried for thousands of years

The fabric of the soul

The collective conscience of the man

Indeed, the wandering spirit is alive

When crushes into my dream, ignites a fire

A sight, a sense, aroma, or a melody perhaps

Sparks reminiscence of not the past,

Of the future in fact

That’s the exotic mélange,

The vision I have time to time

The crux of what I feverishly inscribe.