
No compass for my destination,
I find no peace in the stars.
Navigating clouds in isolation,
where horizons mark my scars.
The unknown time beyond my dusk,
my reckoning proclaims.
My ancient bones, in fossil husk,
since my world went down in flames.
*
Through vast millennia, there I lay,
from when my history turned.
My lost self buried since that day,
in the place my carcass burned.
With carving tools, you come to unwrap.
my grave, your makeshift canvas.
To wake the past, to bridge the gap,
of eras that lay between us.
*
Both proud and fierce, now I stand.
majestic for all to see.
The mighty beast who ruled the lands
of ancient history.
My reconstructed bones you place,
for science and education
While my spirit rests in that long-lost space
beyond imagination.
About the Creator
Cathy holmes
Canadian family girl with a recently discovered love for writing. Other loves include animals and sports.
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