Distant mother across the sea
Why have you abandoned me
Though try I might to find my way
I'm tossed by waves of churning grey
I recall your face smiling bright
Now all I see is endless night
Do with me as you did the moon
Piece me back together soon

Born away on winged flight
From the city of fallen light
A child, an heir the hope of man
To guard him safe until there can
At last again, the kingdom come
To those in darkness, cold and numb
And to the world a beacon make
Resurgent man his throne to take

Solemn they loom
Those ancient vague colossi
Unfazed by the hurricane sands
As they guard the way below

Down where their watch ends
Does that great gate lie
The gate to the underworld
The dread crypts of Amlygmynon

Since time immemorial has it been sealed
Undisturbed by nature or man
And rightfully has it laid dormant
For what lies beyond is madness

Old terrors and vengeful gods
Lie in wait within the mazes below
To reign over our world once more
As they did when the world was young

And chief among them Amylgmynon
The very shadow that still lingers
Within the back of all our minds
The feeling of being watched

Ineffable Ruler of the Unknown
Ever vigilant of his fallen kingdom
While he sleeps long eons by
Waiting for the seal to be broken

Ah, sweet seabed
Beneath the twilight dark
Where once dry land
Now only shattered hearts
And there below the waves
Churning black and grim
Shall all come to rest
When the sun grows dim

Through the black gate he plunged
The last light fading behind him
For a moment he was blind
Until his eyes adjusted
As well as they could

Vast lakes of clouds
Hung clear below him
Glimmering domes and towers
Sat nestled in that lower sky
Reflected the light of invisible Suns

All he knew was gone
A fever dream in prison
A prison created to protect
Though now it has collapsed
Its protection no longer viable

Beyond the clouded city
True endless space could he seen
Billowing cosmic shapes
Of every color and shape
Stretched on eternally

In the infinite distance
He experienced forms and color
Than no man could describe
He had to focus on the city
For fear of going mad

Upon looking down once more
The glimmering city had vanished
He assumed it fell
Below the tide of the clouds
But in the flash of an instant

He found himself in its streets

Yet there was no one to be seen
In its sparkling towers
Or its majestic rooms and halls  
No a soul there resided
Or at least none had

Since forgotten aeons

Down, down
Down below space
Where dark and light
Swirl and lace
Where suns and stars
Shiver at night
Those distant shadows
Eternally bright
There must watch
Frozen in time
Seasons without
Reason or rhyme
And there within
lie all that's lost
Things unknown
And unwanted tossed
To shiver in the abscence
Of warmth or cold
To lie suspended
With no one to hold
Until all things
In time there reside
When the world is gone
And the sun has died

A hollow bell resonates
Over cliffs and ridges
Slick with an oily rain

Few remain to hear it
And those that do
Are wary of its toll

Nonetheless they answer
The call from that tower
Overlooking the sea

Though they know it not to be their doom
They suspect it in their hearts

This place had met annihilation
How long ago none could say
But it's ruins yet stood
Among the hills and forest valleys

I walked among such ruins
Since I was young
Yearning for the sights and sounds
This walls held in their prime

The craftmanship was unparalleled
Gorgeous even in destruction
The inscriptions on pillars
Beckoned me as if alive

I could never read them
For I knew not that old language
The language of a lost empire
That rose in distant ages

In my latter years I now shudder
Having studied that ancient tongue
And recalling the passages
Engraved upon those marbled archways

They spoke not of great conquests
Or kings and heroes of old
No they served only as warnings
For the generations to come

The penultimate inscription
That lay upon the palace walls
So important it was inlayed
With obsidian and gold, read thusly;

"No Utopia may exist upon this Earth.
The perfection of man is a troubled one,
Doomed from its inception.
Man seeks to put forth into the world
What does not reside within him,
And so he corrupts the world
And himself in the process.

Oh how little you know,
Son of the Second Moon.
When..."

Beneath the etchings I remember
The bones of four men
About them lay rusted chisels
And other carving tools

I noticed as well, that the inscription
Appeared unfinished
As if the engraver was stopped
Forcibly before his work was done

I reached out to touch the groove
The final character never filled
With the obsidian and gold inlay
It was colder than stone should be

But that is all I remember
As I appeared to have passed out
And woken up with the gentle sun
The following morning

You dance in and out of my life-
and around everything I want to hear

You keep me close-
sometimes spinning me away

With each graceful move-
You manage to scuff up the floor

Dragging dirt around-
Until our dance isn't even beautiful

Craving more than tangible.

Tendrils of smoke curl around smouldering hearts.
Pleasurable shudders reverberate throughout.
Bodies move with fluid grace.
Coming together like they already know the steps of the dance, like they've danced together before.
Perhaps another life.
Excitement lust and passion shine in their eyes
Souls recognize eachother
Two broken beings coming together for comfort only to realize they are not in fact broken but strong and powerful
Eascences come tovether and meld into one another neither knows where each respectively ends or begins. Nor do they care for its no longer important.
Elations rings out  exploding the body mind and soul as they ley fused for a few breathtaking moments.
As the disentangle they come back to themselves but still connected in a way.
Leaving one another with a piece of themselves in te proccess. Craving more than tangible
Delusion illusion. Or unfeigned authentic.