In the far reaches of the mythical forest
bordering the fog encrusted sea
there are still mysteries, yet to be discovered
where young men and women climb
the sacred mountains, with hearts burning
to know more, listening to the stories of ancient mystics.
A place where queens sing love songs, and swords
are thrown down by warriors, except for a just cause
and the first people breathe sunsets, becoming
our teachers. Characters and kingdoms on the horizon
barely visible. I just wish I had more time
to create them all, with colors
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2016, ancient skies
Peace and blessings to everyone.
“When we love people, we give them hope.”