Three silver of the sky
In the river float by
Unaware of their collective worth
Undisturbed by wind or earth

Ghosts of the past
Haunt us again
Though the storm is over
The thunder can still be heard
And while the skies remain dark
I will wait with you until dawn
That those lost memories
May rest in the depths once more

Humanity sleeps
But where I don’t know
The suns grown dim
So far from home
I wander the wastes
In hopes to find
Where we slumber
And unconscious reside
Few waking remain
And evermore sleep
Down in the womb
That form they might keep
Yet wander I will
Alone if need be
For I am one in name
But in spirit made three

Darkness grows ever so slowly
So that none may notice
The light fade from their eyes
In that total darkness
Will many rejoice
Saying they hated the light
And the judgment it brought
In those times will they come
Those beings of old
That walked the ancient earth
Before it washed away
And in darkness they will reign
Until the light returns

The burden of self is heavy
Bearing down on those that wander
Back and forth throughout creation
Unsure of who they are
And what their purpose is

Unsure in their rebellion
Who it was they rebelled against
So many millennia ago
Thus they are to wander
As punishment for their sins

In the very ruins of paradise

A paradise once more to be

Look to those guardian statues
Towering at the edge of all things

Young one I ask you
What guardians do you know
That face that which they guard
Instead of the threats that face them?

I tell you the truth
Those guardians are not our own
No, they guard what lies beyond

From us

I watch the motion of the ocean
In her sea green eyes
They leave a notion of emotion
Reflected cloudy skies
I apply devotion like it's lotion
So that her sun might rise

I knew her not
But I had seen her
Blurry and vague
Yet somewhere
She resided
In the depths of my mind
We she was
Or if I'd meet her
I would never know for sure
Until it was already too late

Those above
The myriad below
In timeless fog
Does judgment grow
Though unsuspected
And all unseen
One might know
From what they glean
In words, in stories
Great ages old
From where we've come
Not what we're told
Though in time we might
See a vast clear sky
And what for eons
In the fog has lied
Then will we
Know naught but fear
The coming watch
Of Olon-Vir

Does it linger there
As it used to
In the forests and meadows
Of that place we called home?

It seems so ethereal
As though it was a dream
Half formed and gentle
In the labyrinths of youth

Something that never
Might be returned
Though I do not know
If it was ever truly ours

A feeling
Indescribable in its simplicity
Beyond any thing we knew
Yet it resided within us

Oh how I miss it
Though I know not what it was
But I know it has left me
And chosen another
To impart its gifts upon

And I pray they never lose it

Further trace the lava flow
Molten rock and steam
We wander up the ashen slopes
Naught all is what it seems
The burning rim hides lost things
Since sealed below the earth
Take the plunge that we might find
Those secrets and their worth

I see it faintly
Like nothing I have ever witnessed
A luminescent resurgence
From somewhere cold
And impossibly distant
Yet nonetheless it grows
Filling my weak vision
With shimmering stars