Still Forgotten

Serenity in mourning a loved one or is it serenity in the grave, darkness inviting us enticing us to come and see come and see.

You may not hear the low whistle call but it calls, it beckons the sullied and broken to find the space torn in that which cannot be seen only felt.

Forever is a long time, the wind does not care nor the moon, stars, sun or sea. Eternity in a wind swept across oceans is not a form thought of but not ignored.

A deep blue sea holds more secrets than have ever been told. Water is wet known to all land is dry known to who, a fish out of water uses twice as much air.

A mystery like that of our own demise holds no more value than a gold Lamb in the land of the dead, a place in time holds a name to be remembered like the earth and it's constant spinning.

The lives of a thousand fall in silence or on deaf ears, a leaf falls silently from an oak but the raking of the leaves makes a noise all are familiar with.

To be had or frivolously sought after, to be shone in a light untouched by some to be magnificent or to be vile pure evil a wretch, can we choose or only be thoughts in a perilous mind?

Seniority does not mean wisdom nor does youth mean virile though one cannot exist without the other, the same as dark and light or good an evil.

Where does the king of all kings sit an how fairs his kingdom is it as magnificent as described, perhaps not perhaps this royal Highness sits uncomfortable in a hall of blood.

Whatever the truth be told or beaten into you, muster your courage for your next questions of destiny an self knowledge and prepare to be disappointed.