Sipping Tulsi tea, telling Time
To mind its passing thoughts on
Silent whispers strangers slip
Between sheets of parchment
Rolled upon talented tongues tied
With ribbons made of ancient tales
The gods would have hidden beyond
Bifrost, trembling to think we might
Find them here, cast among runic
Puzzles precision perfect, riddles
Secretly solved and wisely written
Mysterious missives in words
Unknown to all but present
Company, sung to tunes heard only once
By One alone, who wanderers silent
In the night, recalling Time
That was and Time that is and
Time that is to come
Poem & Photo ©18 August 2019
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