Becoming what we are

It’s been a longer time than we can count or climb the timeless mountain

Of our garden shrouded home;

It was before the world was dreamt, or known.

Our empty handed heart left trembling leaves upon the tender threaded needs of embryonic fish; quivering in the lake of morning dew;

The sun did always rise this way, but now it does renew

The webbing of our empty minded ocean,

Ebbing to the shore of always & before;

We turn the page, let time spill through onto the shore,

And breathe in space, and swim within the vapours of an ancient face;

And all may change, as the sun does swim, but certain speechless waters shine within,

And weave a tale no one can hold,

Because it always is, and never was,

Beyond the stories we were told,

Of spider webs, and how our souls were sold;

And moths may spin their ceaseless dust, around our lantern with their lust;

It does not matter, nor even is,

For all was seen within our dream of bliss;

The taste of life within our sun pavilion kiss.

So bring the breath of birth anew,

Upon our moonlit caves where trees behave, just as they always do,

When there is nothing left to save,

And sighs of prehistoric freedom flood the fiction that we knew,

Those winged ways for all to see,

Within the alchemy of you & me,

Let all these lonely people see the sapling of their sunshine,

Leave the spider fangs of our time,

And crave their twisted crime;

Let them drink the magic of our incense ritual,

That echoes down the palace hall

Of cloudless temples raised to crimson trumpets;

Of example’s revolution born in blissful nothingness,

Hear it now, we rise once more;

As the guardians of always and before.