Words part I


words of hate and love, despair and bliss float against this void
I hold the fire to my soul,
the force of the ages flows in my veins
I seek and find, lose and faith
I grasp the wind and fly with the storm...
the trees float by under me as I soar..
the hemlocks pray to see me again and I cry for this land..
the rocks seek to hold me down
but I am lighter than the air, caught so tight yet free..
I know that my story was oft told
but I love you from this moment on to all etertenity
just for a moment this land this soil and feys fly
and hawks hunt and butterflies swirl
and i wonder if anything is real.
are we just a dream of a dream of a mystical creature ?
I drift, I swim and though I have a destination
I can't seem to remember where I wished to go.
Friends and family say that I am going there with determination.
Mayhaps the valley will remind me of where it is or what.
Wither I go I sow the seed of the storm that brought me to being.
Wither i place my feet sprouting desires curl
and try to root me to the earth.
Our mother earth that has spawned the sublime and the unspeakably horrid.
Our flaked stratified memories lie with and I seek to forget.
But I remember.
I remember the words
For they are the vectors of our destiny, they are power.
I remember the words.