Poezja

Ancient scripted symbols etched into material form
An encrypted message having weathered millennium’s storm
Tooled by another entity from a time long since worn
To speak of spacial beauty or of an impending forlorn?

What state of Being spawned this act of mind
To inscribe words to unknown others of another time
Be it for reason of what was known to remind
Or simple matter of being so inclined?

Truth be that this present too is to the future: ancient
That this written expression too, will make its timeless ascent
To befall unknown eyes to ask: what by it was meant?
With symbol of its language lost, no longer there to represent.