was once old has become as new as each night
a passing phase so pure, it´s remembrance
of that which faded once, is made new with the blood of a new generation
yet an everlasting pain,
so clean it can not be forsaken
each night asleep
dreams pass me by in pursuit of this Everlasting
for i can remember once, I too had dreams
I dreamt of something more than my solitude, but within the shadows of familiarity,
community, blood, and fortune
a peace so easily overlooked, it meant so little to those who sought power
For I found grace, somewhere the sun shines diffused amongst all that which means beauty
Radiance: clean, with a purpose  
a pain so true it rents me
every hour a sinew fades
becomes what I was
becomes what will happen
when fortune also fades, and eternity reaches round
the end was the beginning
the start came only halfway
and i am left in the wake of what will be and never will be
a place reserved for that wooden cradle by the sea wrapped in wool

it happened once, it can happen again
I'm sure of it
I'm sure
the source of All Longing
is that cradle

(it was the sea kissing the shore that did it
the sweet grasses in the bitter wind
white as the snow, the rocks  
drifting through memory
the only truly honorable
found themselves on these shores
looking into that vessel
it meant so much
enough  to live and to die
enough to fight and give in
surround and protect,
overcome at the end of all things
this Holy Ground; its fading from me)