Trace

A quiet place,
To lay melody;
Creating a soothful trace,
Of ancient remedies.

Here spirits shall dance,
I, rejoicing,
In a collective trance.

In a once quiet place,
We are all,
Reborn in the trace.

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

a trace of ourselves and what we once were, but a drawing a bit outside of the lines...allowing us to rejuvenate ourselves...a renaissance of sorts.
lots contained in a few compact lines...i really like that. And this.
j.