Don't know what to call this, its not a poem really but kind of.
Somewhat like a story but its not a story really.
I think I will call it more mad ramblings.
To know you now, as I knew you then.
Before we doubted eahchoter.
Before our shadows were cast.
Even before there were shadows to cast.
And even before we believed in shadows.
Wearily on an ocean of woe we wondered.
Wondering were will our ship wander on to next.
In perpetual dismay, in storms undoubting.
In the depths of longing, in all things wanting.
Through gray fog, and by amber skys.
From pale moon, past red moons.
Under stars and over bridges.
Apon the river styx this jurney started.
And like all rivers lead to there source.
This one as well lead to an ocean.
But in time even the stars lost there luster.
And we lost eachother as we knew eachother.
Like Eternal strangers in our own abode.
Always suprised the other is there.
Always suprised when the other is eslewere.
In fragments, and in tatters, my sould was left to travel.
Withing that mist, that fog, that lane, that path.
That never trully ended.
As it left, It left me.
Always wandering, Always wondering.
With a heart of stone, sealed lips, a tounge of wood, and feet of lead.
With abyssmal toughts, relentless hopes, and unquenchable thirsts.
Against all that was, all that once will be collided.
But in the embers the flames dwindled.
But in the ashes the flames rekindled.
And as the storm receded, all was left silent.
Even the questions were silently answered.
And at the edge, all was quite.
The precipice of its epitome, left me in accord.
Past the edge, it left me in discord.
So once again, I go in circles to my dissension.
Like a snake eating its own tale. Itself all consuming.
By the abyss things unfathomable found I lurking.
Some beckoning, some silent, some humdrum, and some laughing.
Images, Illusions, Mirages, Ghosts, Demons, Gods.
Beging, Pleading, Calling, Leading.
All the while my sanity.
Seething, sliding, slipping, grabbing, missing.
Falling... Always falling.
And in that we arived at our ascent.
Unknowingly, Unsuspectantly, Unquestionably, Undouptedlly.
All things have there bottom.
And even in the bottomless abyss.
I eventually landed on something.
Unlike any that I have fallen for before.
To it all my mind was left unquestioning.
Once reeling, twice recalling, and thrice foreboding.
What is it?
This thing that binds me still.
Its name like a shadow, its voice unto a ghost,
In touching it always flows.
Like water it can never be held, nor ever grasped.
What should I call it!
what could I call it?
what will I call it.
New langueges shall have to be made.
To begin to describe it.
As such, on I stumbled, as I mumbled.
Weary, dreary, frightened, and forever lost.
All the while, my vision bluring, my mind numbing, my senses stalling.
In a moment of respite that brought clarity, and once again.
Out of the corner of my eye saw I this shadow.
This thing unfathamable, which left me unbridled.
Forgeting myself I wisperd to none but the the silence.
"Are you a wonderfull stranger, a luminous mystery, or just a beautiful ghost"
And with its silenece it answered.
"All that was and will be, is ever after,
Repeat the cycle to weave the paths together"
edit on 15-2-2012 by galadofwarthethird because: (no reason given)