Ancestral
Memory
He searched, once
through shattered temples
and standing stones
built to honor
fallen gods
and an ancient truth
long forgotten
but the timeless weight
of blood and bone
stretches thin across
a chasm of years
so that now
all he finds is
fallen to ruin
and the old magics
relegate themselves
to that time when
the veil thins,
when
he steps into
in-between places
when old,
hallowed earth
meets the now
and he mourns
for that lost epoch
he visits when he dreams
himself awake.
© 2004