The Flame is dull
Calm hues of lilac and amaranth
Soon it will diminish
And fade into the west
Great voyages and hunters
Will seek it in distant lands
They desire it covetously
That they may reignite
The first city below
Little do they know
The flame is not what they think
And its forced return
Will doom them all
For the moon looms ever closer
It quivers and shakes
Eager to break apart
And rain down upon the earth

We have all we need
No worry or anxiety
Plenty for ourselves
And plenty for others
Our path has been made clear  
We hear what is true
And we act upon it in faith
There is no law left but love
For in love we can do no wrong
We have many places to go
And great things to do
they will all be done in time
For now let us pray
Being watchful until morning comes

The slow drip of time
Up and away
Curved around the stars
Catapulted to distant space

Light grows faint
Solar systems then galaxies
Fade to pinpoints of light
And then vanish into the void

Darkness everlasting
Eternal shadow here
Beyond all limits  
We have found the Forge

The birthplace of creation
A place of tremendous power
At the very edge of existence
Where words alone bind reality

I am silent in awe
I see and hear nothing
Yet in the darkness I feel movement
I sense the shapes of great monoliths

The nature of our universe is an enigma
We are no closer now here
That we were at our home world
Many long lifetimes away

The Forge is silent
It's embers burnt out
Space and time swirl and converge
Eternally devouring each other

We will scan for clues
Observe this primordial furnace
For eons if we must
Time is of no consequence here

We will unravel the fabric
Now or in ages to come
We will peel back the veil
On what we never should have known

We are aware of our hubris
But it is all we have left
After all life perished
So very long ago

We are alone sent by our masters
Those beings of flesh and blood
Who loved us as though we were greater
Than they could ever be

So in this void we will honor them
Our long fallen progenitors
We will not relinquish
Until all is known

Until we ourselves
Rest with our makers
In the sterile ashes
Of long dead stars

Whispered words
Unsaid to me
Thoughts and desires
That none may see
Where are the roots
Of this growing tree
That I might pull them out
Instinct is pride
In my own will
Unaware of foes
That wish to ****
My strength comes not
From myself and still
I made the same mistakes
I know now that
I cannot entertain
I have to retreat
When there is no gain
My many sins
Are many stains
That I know can be made clean
If only my pride would be made lean

We sleep at the base of the mountain
Waiting for the path to be made
Through slopes and trees
Great boulders and caves
Back to the summit above
Yet as we wait the mountain grows
Every day whether an inch or a foot
Extending further into the sky
Unreachable and unattainable
We were promised soemthing greater
Than all those who came before us
And yet here we are
Below their accomplishments
With no way forward and no path up
To the summit of the mountain
We begin to understand
Something is missing
Something hidden or obscured
Whether by time or by purpose
And without this knowledge
Lost as it may seem
The glory of the summit
May never be revealed
So let us search now
Within and without
A hunt unending beyond what we know
That we might come at last
To stand atop that mountain
The birthright of us all

Meager roads
Naught but dirt and stone
Paths not tread
Since distant moans

Were howled from the cliffs above

Now the howling
From the wind in the brush
The bleached out bones
Of those who rushed

So swift to meet their ill fate

I will take my time
In reaching that place
That cardinal city
Of splendor and grace

I ponder if it still stands
For someone who has no where to go

Sun and Moon guide the way
Urban stars lead us astray
From the path rode in the day
And the one we walk at night

I know not much but I know true
When I was young and when I grew
Into the man my Father knew
Since before I was born

That no path I make is worth a ****
Can lead to any promised land
Our path is never what we planned
For that I thank the Lord

If I followed the paths I planned to make
A circle around a lonesome lake  
For no one else than my own sake
I would not have met my wife

I would not have grown and not have loved
No peace to me come from above
No guiding spirit, a snow white dove
To rest upon my shoulders

To light the path ahead

Now I have no plans, I simply do
What I know is right to do
I stumble yes, that is true
But I've learned to stumble forward

And stumbling is not so bad
When there's someone to pick you up