Epics
The epics
that we think are ours
Are shared
with others
Far away,
In times
now lost in lands
We dream so
different.
The ones
who made the world
And gave us
earth and space
With Lady
Moon
And Sister
Sky
Another
story lost in time.
The hero
who controlled
Those evil roaring
winds to calm
The earth
for clans to gather
Peacefully,
the way the legend tells
For us to
emulate.
For so we
think, though we forget
Or never
knew their epics,
The ones
which told of bravery
Courage, decency
And kindness.
Who knew
the land before the epics
Who knew
them with those very first
Who sang the
story held so dear,
Who knew
the one before the times
Of land and
sea
And sky,
with stars and moon.
Paths lined
with silk
In April
did I roam
Along the paths
Where
others went
Before me
with their packs
Their
camels laden high with goods
Which the
others visualised.
Glimmering
silks so multi-hued
With spices
wafting
On the
desert air
With
shining stones and silver hid
Near
donkeys bowed with stocks
Sustaining
masters on the way.
Until to
reach the end at last
The silk
road years across
Those lands
from east to west
And back
again, to share their story
Tales and
songs of wonder found
And loves
Forever
mapped in minds.
Who saw
them pass?
What eyes
observed those caravans
With silk
and spices, jade and tea
Their
stories each unknown
To heroes
left behind.
Whose eyes
recalled the magic secrets
Winding on
the paths
They knew from
fables told
For futures
yet to come.
Whose eyes
recoiled
And warned
of danger,
Beweaponed
travellers craving wares
To capture
for their markets.
Who retold
the stories shared
And sang
the songs of foreign folk
On routes
they passed together,
Who shared
ideas we have today
And gave us
love songs
We claim are
ours?
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