Poets' Riddle

We are the sight of humanity,
And guides to the essence of reality.

We are the conscience of civilization,
Beacons indicating the next stage of evolution.

We are the scribes of history,
Journalist Transliterating chronology.

I, also, posted this in the journal Writing in Snow, under the folder Awardicon Items, in my writing.com port. I am Prosperous Snow.

Riddle of the Present

I move between two worlds!
Yesterday
I created myths about the stars,
and tomorrow
I will colonize Mars.

I am the link uniting
humanity's past and future.

This poem is, also, posted in the journal Writing in Snow, under the folder Awardicon Items, in my writing.com port.