A golden age is grey today.
The ash returned to dust.
Forgotten are those who reside in the residue.
Forgotten are those like us.

To live and die on the tip of the tongue.
We poets live forever but our words are hung.

You:
Evoke
Emote
  Enough
To float
Just talk
Don't feel
  Don't think
  Just quote

You take the words but not the time.
You take the songs but not the chimes.
Go ahead and leave us sore.
Let them take it all.
They need it more.
They need us like we need the azure.
Soar...Soar