Laela

Twice removed from mother's womb
Berated breaths, tales ending soon
I asked for a copy of the script
Unaware of its encryptions

Visions guiding to and fro
Movements, magic, wisdom's glow
Subtleties I noticed then
Now I fully comprehend

For me, oh my, these borrowed eyes
Stir deep emotions brewed inside
The souls that had to grow up fast
Will be the ones drawing the maps

Civilizations come and gone
Reconciling, holding on
Treasuring the peaceful scenes
I dare explain these memories.