We Eternal Poem by David Lacey

Prepare yourself my child for the time is rising
And it is we the young - we eternal - we unknown
Who are to weave in to the pages of the great wheel turning

The story itself is a wild beast yearning
Yearning for the bliss of wisdoms kiss and learning
Learning day by day to keep the world away.

Isolated - Desolate and dressed in forest shadows
Can you hear the music of mountain caverns?

They claim the clock to breath and that our mother has no pulse.

The sun has arisen and once more the southern soil beneath my feet begins to bake in the rising heat
The streets in the town beyond the horizons are tarmac snakes devouring
Hour by hour the restless - the faceless are lost

And here upon the boundary of the generations
I stand knowing that all that has passed has been for the good of all,

She welcomes death with the kiss of a blackened heart.

Always seeking to touch the untouchable
Always seeking to reach the unreachable
Where am I to be found?
Lost upon a lonely beach building castles in the sand?

Have we been handed the key to our paradise lost?

Laid to rest amongst the memory of forgetting
How am I ever to recover from the sun in setting?

The scene of the night is a cold vibration
Strange girls parade in uniform outside my window
Socks and sandals - Bikes without handles

Too many panes I've leant against
Too many shallow reflections have known my fading smile.

Where could a path so broken lead?

Succumbing to some numb fear inducing paralysis

Here we are, testing the boundaries of space and time
Measuring in foul laboratories the minds of lab rats wired.
Dehydrated upon the verge of revolution
How are we to take the final step?

Beyond the edge unknown to those who have not crossed into oblivion

Creating miniature mythologies around ourselves
We become - transform into the story told
Forever young and never old.

Upon the floor of the house of mysteries they duel for the purpose of harmony.

And each day I look with clearing eyes

The hanging gardens await, exotic perfumes cling to the memory of forgetting
Explosions, shattered inhibitions.
A toast to those true dreamers of nightmares shade.