The Child of Eternity

All the knowledge grows and grows
Changes dreams as you get old 
It's not a race it's not a game 
It's just a trip down memory lane
I walk a path of mystery
In a womb of time I incubate
I am the sower and the seed 
I cut the skin I watch it bleed

Rivers of red baptised the need to identify my self with death 
I get back up I shower in light 
Glowing morning blossoming
Do please hold my gossomer 
Careful now it's  frail as hair 
And stay away cruel scissor hag
Because I am times cold waving hand 

I traverse the plains of mind drifting where the sylfs do hide 
I see them float I watch them glow pouring ideas into my soul
And so my world unfolds its self as my ego hides it's head in shame
I fall into silence and the voice does cry
Here nothing ever really dies

A poem of self discovery

By the spiritual spark currently known as 

Liam Herdman