Let me tell you of those things once dreamed,
\nIn that timeless place when the world was born,
\nBefore memories became something to remember,
\nWhen fantasies were just a footfall away.<\/p>\n
Gliding in the company of silent winds,
\nThere could be seen a wild eagle.
\nIt was the traveller of this new realm,
\nDescrying all the parts of the whole.
\nIf you raced along below its path,
\nAll its journeys to you would it reveal,
\nBringing each into the fold of unity.<\/p>\n
Along a dusty path too seldom tread,
\nThere lay an ivy-covered house of stone.
\nBeneath its roof dwelled a woman of a thousand years,
\nWhose face reflected Nature’s infinite passions.
\nAll else would vanish behind her gleeful grins,
\nAnd if you were lucky she would invite you in.
\nYou could have your fill of figs and honey,
\nAs she spoke of things still yet to come.<\/p>\n
A craggy canyon sharply stretched,
\nIts tunnels winding through the earth.
\nYou might perch above and view its depths,
\nAnd see reflected there your coloured life,
\nLaid out upon that wide expanse,
\nReminding you of all you were.<\/p>\n
Covering a lost strip of sandy beach,
\nRested the traces of a young orphan boy.
\nHe would skip along the shore each day,
\nRacing against the tide to catch its bounty.
\nShould you approach and ask in furtive tone,
\nThose jewels of the deep he might display,
\nWhich bridge the gaps of your desire.<\/p>\n
Beginning at a snow-capped mountain top,
\nA sparkling stream slithered its way down.
\nYou could stop and dip your hands into its flow,
\nAnd feel the icy chill work itself into your bones.
\nBut the coolness of that embrace would spark a flame,
\nThat engulfed your every sense in dancing fire,
\nUntil all life coursed through your being.<\/p>\n
Set atop a piece of warm black slate,
\nA salamander reclined in the morning sun.
\nIts quiet repose would subtly alter,
\nFor each new person passing by.
\nWhen you offered it your company,
\nIts tongue would flick in rapid grace,
\nAs it sang of all the things you wished.<\/p>\n
Anchored to a shelf of faithful rock,
\nWas the looming spire of a house of light.
\nIts guiding beacon would always find,
\nAll those souls who sought its warm relief.
\nIt wouldn’t matter to where you had gone,
\nFor all you needed was to search the sky,
\nAnd you would always know your way home.<\/p>\n
Remember all these things shown here,
\nWith their multitude of scenes unheard,
\nFor all those things once dreamed live on,
\nIn the magic cries of our coupled hearts.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Let me tell you of those things once dreamed, In that timeless place when the world was born, Before memories became something to remember, When fantasies were just a footfall away. Gliding in the company of silent winds, There could be seen a wild eagle. It was the traveller of this new realm, Descrying all …<\/p>\n