poem 22

by dog e relaford

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i am a child of the stars a wanderer in the night when the world is asleep my soul takes flight what care i for riches or the unhappy joys of fame if the spirits of the earth and the angels know my name the ancient spirits speak to me of days of long ago and whisper to me secrets that humans dare not know if you see me walking down the street on a cloudy day how you would be astonished if my mask were torn away the golden age returneth sooner than you think the cup of wisdom will be offered will you dare to drink? next poem