Once

Silver mist prevails,
Lost within, and among these crisp curling currents
I breath deep and History seeps within.
Ancient lore drips like dew,
I watch the creations in slow mystic swirls,
I dive and sink deeper.

No one can save me,
No one can even reach me...
I am me, adrift in my ocean,
And silver mist prevails.
They say the seers will sink deep,
And that we have no soul,
But within the tomorrow
I see a new dawning.

In depths unfathomed
And dreams untested,
I tread as a new dream shall,
Soft is the air around me and...
The morn merges crisp,
And I see you as you are,
No shadows hide you today,
We are as we were born.

Silver mist prevails,
Lost within and among...
I breath deep and
History seeps within.
In secret tongue I hear the past,
It tells me truths,
And I flow onward, unhindered,
Like dreamy beams from a morning sun.

Where upon the flow of History
We pause and ponder,
And only Time can
Take us to our death.
And I see you as you are,
No shadows for today,
We are as we were born,
Naked, weak, and blinded by daylight.

But this is how we are,
So sensitive,
So lost within ourselves,
Flotsam lost upon the sea of life.
We are we,
Looking ever onward for...
Then the silver mist prevailing
And we are lost within and among everything.

The candle flickers in the room,
Did you see that page that slipped
And fell to the floor?
It lays there, quietly,
Without motion,
Without emotion,
Until it is read by human eyes...

And History becomes all,
We are just the numbers and names,
For pages to hold our lives,
Like sand through skeletal fingers,
And the whisp of candle snuff,
It can never be caught!

We appear to others but not ourselves,
They record our lives, not us,
So let yourself be calm,
Let the day drift untouched around you;
Among our vice and plumes
We shimmer in iridescent purity,
Inspire and make happy,
Drink up the waters of hope
And stand true to what you believe.

No one can save me,
But I don't care,
I chose my path as you chose yours,
We, a mingled race of maps,
We shall tread soft upon the dewy grass,
Amid the silvery mist of midnight,
And create our own truths and histories,
And no one can stop us,
For we create the stories!

So, friend, lets stroll together,
Out into the misty morn,
And we shall watch the
Sun rise upon a new day,
And we shall become all and everything,
As our Histories become everything and all.


(20th - 25th October 2013)