Copyright 2006 Chris Gillman.
...we have met before...
Cale's Recognition...
Cale:
Eminence inside the wide and tried lumination
Of an instinct lost of pride and ride abomination
A loss of all perception in a train of forced elation
Is there a single soul alive that craves this evaluation?
Undeniable, it seems, is how I'm drawn to this
The waking look in eyes and smell and feeling of her lips
It's like eternity, the rage of passion that exists
But subsides to a new wonder of energy of this:
This heart and this mind is your light inside
I know and feel that it's all the truth that binds
Awake, aware, awashed, abound from anywhere I've been
Now I settle in the bound and retired chair I'm in.
Meer:
The night I walked across the sand where your steps last remember
It was again a silent night, around the cold September
Do you recall how many times, under the faultless tree
We spoke of thoughts to tear disguise and find eternity?
How waters washed with waves again, an ocean of lost love
And how it vanished in the depths the memory we loathe?
How under leaves that died that night, while gods cried with regret
A tear fell on your pillow case, and scarred your angel's bed?
How within lives that felt astray you tracked the once wan moon
And in that quest, beyond the sea, not too late, not too soon
A voice inside you always traced where something still awaits
For you to find that which you seek, and open wide its gates
And while it brushed your face with pain and memory that dies
Its ageless leaves found you this time, to open, too, your eyes
Chronicles of Meer and Cale
(co written by Medana)
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