Made of crystal
So clear
It can hardly be seen
The breadth of seven men
The height of the clouds
The top unseen
Inside
Sparking and crackling
Impossible
Bright and pure
It is filled with
Starfire
For miles around
The land knows no dark
Ever
The question might be asked
Why it was built
Were there anyone around
To ask it
Available as
or hardback
from Amazon
or CreateSpace
Mysteries of the deep
Simple and unique
Floating by in waves
Who knows what it saves
Deep in its memories
Deeper mysteries
Get the previous ones herehttp://wp.me/P3kG6h-bb and get my début novel Mankind Limited
A pewter dragon in the dust
Some curling chains turned to rust
Some old bones stacked in line
A bone comb with a broken tine
Ritual gifts or just waste
Theorise with too much haste
Maybe let the question go
Maybe let the mystery grow
Get the previous ones here
http://wp.me/P3kG6h-bb and get my début novel Mankind Limited
Swirling up into the night
Like some lonely northern light
Not north but here it did appear
Why am I not filled with fear
A spiral of blue and green
Wispy tendrils barely seen
Twisting up and further still
I watch it rise with mounting thrill
Into the stars I watch it go
And then alone the heavens know
Get the previous ones here
http://wp.me/P3kG6h-bb and get my début novel Mankind Limited
Made of crystal
So clear
It can hardly be seen
The breadth of seven men
The height of the clouds
The top unseen
Inside
Sparking and crackling
Impossible
Bright and pure
It is filled with
Starfire
For miles around
The land knows no dark
Ever
The question might be asked
Why it was built
Were there anyone around
To ask it
Get the previous ones here
http://wp.me/P3kG6h-bb and get my début novel Mankind Limited
The bearer of news is coming
The bearer of mystery
Will the news be good
Or scary
The bearer of news is coming
Anticipation is strong
Slowly our dreams are condensing
So long, so long, so long.
Get the previous ones here
http://wp.me/P3kG6h-bb
Scott Andrew Bailey - Author 