Inspiration can feel like another world, an inner fire, pulling at us from some deep unspoken place. A primordial realm where we walk beneath strange stars. It can be tempting to stay there, to escape the real world instead of finding our way back. To those that have seen that place there will always be something familiar, some dream-like memory of another world calling to us...
Unforgotten
I've seen that sacred place
Plastered on the inside
Slathered on the other side
Of my unlit eyelids
That secret long since lost
The essence of a home
Beneath the canopy of trees
The waking mouth of stars
The moonlight walking through the leaves
Tell me this isn't in your veins
A poison of forgotten love
Of a place you could always call your own
A face unforgotten
Forsaken by the enemy
Unconditional un-begotten
No ancestor and no progeny
Whispered through the windswept plain
I find myself falling in line
With the footfalls of a mystery
A detailed devil so divine
A respite I was seeking here
Following trails I dare not follow
To conclusions leaping without fear
Hoping to find them hollow
Hoping I might see you near
And by your presence be honored
A memory worth wandering
And the safety of a fire
These forest streams that bring strange dreams
The loose lips of babbling brooks
Telling tales of temples and ancient things
Buried in the desert
I've seen that carving once before
Making marks here in my mind
Winding paths of neurons flash
I only wish I had the time
To lag behind and fall in line
With ragtime step and this enchantment
We wouldn't want the swamp to talk
Or get the wrong idea
A legend implanted this longing
Knowledge is a curse
Curiosity is calling me
Dragged across this Earth
A tidal wave cacophony
Velvet fire blacking out
Stars cascading into caves at night
A sure sign that things are ending
How I'd love to linger
Rest my weary bones beneath this shrine
But so many have given up hope
So many have waited here and died
I will touch the roots below me
Dig down with prayers deep
Set the wolves above my head to howling
And brace myself against the rushing of the waves
The erosion of this heartache
I know that I can find this machine
I've had these dreams a million night times
I've felt the calling on the breeze
I will wake to faces unforgotten
Beneath the canopy of trees
The righteous stars set in their constellations
And one of them will think of me
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