Raging waters gashing through granite once out of time settled and slept
The ended of tales then, as battles fought, racing along to yet another war
Quietly the hour encompassed forces of its own and of blade and tombs kept
Under the sun that the flow of hours passed, it turned upon the same, ages before
Once out of eons where tower was dark, sunlight descended reaching its door
I was called to bring the landslide upon palace floors and knock over walls
Like a root out of the core of mountain tall, I've touched layers of the sky
There was knowing before winds blowing, now hidden behind stone walls
Hillside ablaze moved under the waters, and islands given to tidal cry
Where legends were made, immortality the key of absent time, they try
Sometimes the slow touch of evening shelters an unknown stake of night
And the glassy dark brings the shimmer of ground and wave and lapping oars
Whispering to never extinguish the candle under the stars, twinkling white
Whatever suits the hour hidden behind the stars, take that light to their shores
Where long years have passed, change comes unseen in lingering twilight
There exists a power called out of base elements beyond a fixed frame
The measured knowledge aligned but unfulfilled breaking down and sparse
If all beginnings to end and tracked back the end to a foretold magic name
Where numbered days shook off the command and cast their desired charts
Where seasons have returned, their course and reason was but a farce
And I danced like a flight of wing touching the wildly wielded of world's line
Flowing like cloud but gathering no dust or shimmer in airs that were true
Have you not been here too? Have you remembered the profound length of shine?
The Golden Flares, the Ever Path, the Towards Orbs, the Spiral Steep in blue?
Where conquests have splintered, another rotation and they are again new
They used to walk there and listen to the sounds from a shadowy cosmic comedy
Around the hour that hasn't yet come and the hour won't say, and has no form
The magic is potent and blind, without purpose until the design of base geometry
Then would all be lost if the shadowy stars grow more dim with no light to adorn
Where lunar face comes slowly, dark face stays behind watching for stellar storm
Spirit birds float above lighted sea, they're around an hour that hasn't yet come
You cannot make a guess for they appear on request, and the hour won't say
Building upon fringes of scale, must not the smallest wing dismiss, as do some
And to grasp the wind in its distress, you can direct a beam to foster peril away
Where underground streams flow, echoes prove vast crevice black and gray
I stand by, I open the windows of stars, doors of watery blue, once upon an age
The willow sways, the long grasses wave, and deep rooted stands the defiant pine
The rains descend under clouded call and stories unfold to fill the empty page
On boundless wake never frail, torrents ever steady on a trail of blazing shine
Where loose sands drift unheard, they gather on the way on the feet of a sage
The torrent took on oceans to sail, they will yet be redefined, skillfully mastered fast
Recall the past that ages have silenced, shrouded, but never hidden, certain and solemn
For a long time, far away and far off, almost forbidden, there opens again a distant past
A signal reaches these shores, the day drives the terrain in its course, so speaks a shaman
Where night races and moves at last, but where stones have crumbled, time had fallen
And the mountains and rocks of ages settled and connected with waves of wind and dust
Under the continuing wave of time, that time has struck a chord within the hidden shelf
If one walks out on shoreline now, it was a mountain that passed, fallen under the crust
And the broken fall-ways of collapsing ground had rushed up as a darkly shrouded veil
Where a thousand years have trembled, solid lifetimes passed in the flash of hoisted sail
If skies close and fold corners in measured space, then moon sails with open face
And the sound breaks through bounds of grounded range to settle near and low
And the islands sleep afloat upon the blue, to distant coastlines too vague to trace
Drifting wood of giant pillars sunken and rested of a muted echo, in the wavy flow
Where rolling pools of betaken realms called, many times the response went so slow
It goes once and returns twice and continues with each sought after creation of itself
But this is the way, the path that will find such domains, focusing on the approach
Throughout desolation that once was, there's living root, enhanced in its own health
Understand that the fruitful fields long ago cannot beckon now and no longer boast
Where kingdoms have fallen, their names and ruins have cried out the most
In the hollows, I'd heal under broken marbled slab, within reach of waters rushing
Dropping through stone a ringing echo in massive basin heard in the silent air
I have set signs out with piercing starlight above trench, and pulse of wind brushing
Already those buried places beneath scarred and withered terrain are darkly fair
Where long earthen halls are hidden, they lay out and are all an open lair
I held as you broke through impenetrable walls, finding mists and the cryptogram
Dead forests forgotten and deserted country show the devastating signs of failing
Locked behind ancient walls and underneath ocean floors, was an unknown plan
Without slightest touch or device, only time's direction askew, stars are trailing
Where the sun and sky have been steady, really they've been wildly sailing
Star trailing like a web never fixed to branch or vine, and never finished weaving
Set high upon hour's peak, it was the quick moments here and there, I have seen
Count beyond time in hopes of understanding the hidden artifact you're retrieving
Until it is likely, at last, for buried ages to quake through other side surface serene
Where remnants are all too believing, they may yet stir a promise to redeem
And I held the song of every dawn and deep, every movement in the blanket of night
Wondering where some snows have melted for the now rigid steppes so bare
But a numbered story never ends, yet never begun for it belongs to the swift of flight
And I spoke not of settled root but of what was further past horizon's glare
Where time goes skyward, it has no force, no design of reaching out there
Shall tides claim the unknown underwater orbs, moving rapid year as one day then?
Once again the waves carry islands stray, to distant light as a guide linked to ship
A thin touch to the senses, brewing storm given heed, but thinner the guess of when
Then in a flash within orb's glow, shall the seas held back loose their grip?
Where lost voice once spoken and laughter rang, memory could not slip
Now past the fallen kingdom, sleeping in seclusion and far along your arc
The duration of the dream shattered, the blast and blaze jarring back to siren call
Too long the pieces scattered, haunted dream you recall, an aim that lost its mark
And haunted dream while awake, thoughts in disarray, the false reign over all
Where visions are open to interpret unknowns, deny the impulse to fade and fall
Recollection may reveal the ages and as such on lines written in chords of truth
Over the now treacherous terrain that lies half dead, half in mirage, and solemn
The outbound stars still holding the wind above the waxing realizations of proof
Taken from depths, given to memory, outlasting and holding steady the column
Where stones have crumbled, time had fallen
In the wells of the sacred temple there drops the slow welling of dew
Through tunnels of marble shavings, the long ago north of freezing isolation
I held out my wary hand to the grief-stricken nomads to find and hold onto
Long, long ages now crossing swift thousand year ships, erase their desolation
Where wishing wells are flooded with renewal, they've been empty on occasion
Longing already to escape the onset of frozen draft along cracked stone shaft
Over the path of immense time and eon, bordering stellar life past mortal quest
The immortal soul behind the human eye gazes on, guiding the smallest of raft
Past deeds recede and far off again, the sky is still, here all is blithe and rest
Where silent field had burned dry, south winds carry warmth from the west
I aided the lost to come closer to shore, glancing to ports that bid welcome
Harbor bells rang out distinct, the light tower unseen, and nowhere to find
And once with a sigh there came impending fog, though that is very seldom
The dark cloud looked back into a haze, locking into an hour that is blind
Where the ebb was far off coastal edge, it moved on an all-surrounding line
TBC...
©Iggy 1998
