Words have failed me from time to time
Pondering the course of earthen rime
Dreaming onward through wither-time
Death – rebirth reverie sublime
I have seen the fiery death
Of countless days known to none
I have heard zephyr heralds
Carry the birds last song on the wind – on the (wind)
Asleep ‘neath vernal skies
Awaken to aching stones
Amongst grey weeping sentinels
Against a tide of our own design
And yet so few will remember
The ancient-most truths of this florid land
Pain and joy innate – our primordial stake
Ephemeral dance – caught in a glance
Out of naught, the seed of life
From fertile, brimming void
Abundant is the old abyss
Nary a grain amiss
It is within our dark recesses
The deepest cloisters of our mind
It lies within our lowest depths
In one purest moment – we know