Layers of time

 

Layers of time

Every foot print

trodden through

history.

Every layer

of dust and grime,

sodden with mystery.

Everywhere you look

pieces of the past

pierce through

like a sapling,

breaking out of the dirt

and glistening

in the morning dew.

 

Countless layers

conceal

distinct traces

of faraway days.

Hidden ordeals

beneath

the ground

on which we lay.

Settlements

a mere stone’s throw away.

Props from some long-forgotten play,

stories from yesterday,

altars on which people used to pray.

 

Under tarmac and concrete,

trampled by countless feet,

a jigsaw of ceramic pieces,

sit in the dark,

ready to be unearthed

like weathered timepieces

brought back to life

with an electrical spark.

Beneath cobbled streets,

under the blackened greys

of these well-worn pathways,

royalty laying low,

not in ornate cemeteries,

but down below,

under carparks

for centuries.

 

Layers of time

conceal so much

underfoot,

under the ground

over which we rush.

Under the lands

where we kiss

and share our touch.

Many bones hidden,

stories lived

then long forgotten.

We can find 

whole new mysteries

If we just start digging.

 

 

 

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