Every afternoon into the crocodile lagoon <br />a sun-kissed scene, gilded trees, floating, <br />rekindling my dreams, paying homage to <br />sacred memories, renewing my promise <br />forever to cherish one special phrase <br /> <br />Wherever I may be, wherever I may go, <br />always keep the holy words as a chem <br />in my head, never reveal to anyone on <br />earth, safe against change, treasured <br />in the sweetest depths of my heart <br /> <br />Never to share with anyone alive, in- <br />creasing its value a hundredfold, finding <br />my strength in one beautiful - one shining <br />line - though the source is lost; I do not <br />care where it went or why it has left <br /> <br />The origin does not count - I made it mine <br />my shining talisman, engraved on my heart <br />sealed in my soul, special moments to take <br />into infinity, a magic event living in my mind <br />forever and ever… <br /> <br /> <br />Chem: Holy words that make a Golem work – <br />See Terry Pratchett – “Feet of Clay”<br /><br />Margaret Alice Second<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/engraved-8/
