Albion’s Sage

The demon hath returned to claim the souls his fear hath laid to waste
He’s tasted blood and wants more. Opening up the doors to old routines
I find myself un-whole, un-clean in a state of disarray.
How is it things got this way I wondered
Whilst outside the world was weeping.
Still I keep on sleeping, keeping up with the promises that left unspoken,
I hear the voice of Albion’s sage upon the winds ever present whisperings.
Listen to the rustling of the leaves, follow the intuition that guides you unknowing
Learn to listen to your heart, for he speaks more sense than that of which the mind could
Understand – Let your soul and heart walk hand in hand
Take in the beauty of this land and know that it is not acts of grandeur that
Place us in favor of the God’s but the most honest of dreams.

poem by David Lacey
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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