DESTINATIONS - From There To Here and Here To There
UNDISCOVERED TREASURE
Tucked away
Within a small niche
Its surprising safety
Provided by
Perhaps
A magnificent coincidence
Or Divine intervention
Of a weary
And long disappointed
God
Or once again
Just plain
Dumb luck
The small
Seemingly insignificant
Batch of pages
So much with time dusty
A tad bit tattered
And torn
Lies in waiting
Residing in
What was once called
A Daily Journal.
The words inside
Carefully sculpted
From the fanciest
Font
Known to the machine
Upon which
Its text
Was created
Until midway to finale
Being penned
By a shaky hand
Under who knows what
Source of illumination
Once all other
Methods
Were unavailable.
It waits
Patiently
If one can say that
Writings have patience
Unlike
Its human authors.
Waiting...
For everyone
Or someone
Or something
To discover
All the secrets
It has to tell
This time
Maybe, just maybe
To others
Who will really
Listen
And learn.
From its beginning
Woefully wistful
Sentence
Speaking of a truth
No one dared to think
Would ever be
Stated ever so
Matter of factly
Heralding the news
"We've now come
To the point
Of Childhood's end..."
So goes
One lone
Lamenting soul's
Saga
Of
The late, great
Planet
Earth.