Art Arena's World Poems - Temple of Wonder

Temple of Wonder

A Poem by:

David Coe

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We spin on a ball of carbon,
on the edge of a cosmic wheel,
the background sound of creation,
that speaks to us all,

the sound,
like staccato weaving a pattern as on treetops,
melody lapping the air,
and that was full with a perfume,
as it filtered down to my senses,
and where I stood I was small,
I evaporated into time,
the dust of my fathers,
rode this ancient chariot,
must have thought this everlasting dream,
rode this temple of wonder,
rode the everlasting dream,
as we spin on a ball of carbon,
on the edge of a cosmic wheel.

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