The Long Road Home

Forever, a single forlorn word that resonates through dust swept imagination.
Never, another poet’s cry to the obdurate mind.
And everything always seems to be a product of the fates’ woven arts.
And each individual word seems to sprout unfathomable lies.

This time the wall has fallen removing the barriers of our separate minds. Now we realise,
That all the prayers that have carried us through are no more than empty lines.
Through our advancing knowledge the joys of ignorance that we clung to no longer satisfy.
We console ourselves with materialistic goals to replace the innocence we lose.
Shocked by our own metamorphosis we lose our individual identity.
Defined now by roles we play; affluence and indignities.
And yet still we are offered another chance, another journey to see our home.

Obsidian rain falls from the tangerine speckled weeping sky.
Midnight blue sighs from the heated brow to accompany the morning reveille.
A purple pen writes another verse of meaningless triviality.
Depths and shallows within the words grasping for vacant meaning.

This time the wall has fallen removing the barriers of our separate minds. Now we realise,
That all the prayers that have carried us through are no more than empty lines.
Through our advancing knowledge the joys of ignorance that we clung to no longer satisfy.
We console ourselves with materialistic goals to replace the innocence we lose.
Shocked by our own metamorphosis we lose our individual identity.
Defined now by roles we play; affluence and indignities.
And yet still we are offered another chance, another journey to see our home.

Pure fragrance, unsullied gentleness that we lose and cling to in others we yearn for.
Scarlet effigies crackling with dancing tongues of flame.
Disillusioned wretched vision of simple perfection that we cannot see offered to us.

Forever, a word that loses its meaning as we search for what is greater.
Never can we see the perfection that we try to change.
And there always seems to be more questions with ifs and maybes.
And still we continue to journey away from our beloved home.