JUST THREE WORDS

Did you see them
by the fire
gazing at the
flickering flame,
did you notice
they were silent
until the sun
light came?

Did you observe
the stone table,
did you see the
open book?
Do you know if
there will ever
be a time when
you can look

Through all those
ink etched pages,
read the chronicle
through time,
know the stories
of the ancestors,
to bring into
modern rhyme?

Go deep within
the forest,
follow the path
along the ridge,
tread carefully,
turn right,
just before
the bridge.

Travel further
down the valley,
to the creek
with water clear,
then stand still
in the silence,
an inner voice
you will hear.

Three words is
all they’ll offer,
no less and
no more,
giving you
the key
to open an
invisible door.

Morganpoet