STELE poem

STELE


           traveler take heed
              for these words
        struck in stone
        are the will of
        the Emperor of
          Aphinar

        you've passed through
           seasons of thirst
               through cities
          swallowed by night
              and crossed the margin
          of eternal silence

              the owl sleeping
                in the tree
             will never wake

        traveler take heed
              to the Emperor's will
           carved deep into
                this memorial stone
             stamped with the seal
           of His reign

            for to this place
               you have sent your soul
        in a dream

© ERIC BASSO

      June 4, 2014