New On Old

Entry by: Octopoda

18th January 2018
Dim light
Still air
Faded symbols
An ancient language

My warm skin
Grazing cool stone
I read with my fingertips
My body understanding
What my mind cannot

But in commune

Offering my hand
To the past
To ancestors
To those compelled to write
To record

To make legible a world

Eternally old
Forever new