Arcane Sun - Eden Eclipsed
    

  I Was Alive Then...
  
In the breast of the sky, I saw them gathered in flight, casting down
their enveloping aura, as leaves would fall, it touched my every pore. The
kindest words of echonian tongue no longer fell on deaf ears and I could
feel their joy as it carried me into the clouds. And for six days and six
nights, I was as they were... I too spoke in echonian tongue and sang the
songs of Byzantium. As Midas had with touch, I was granted with a vision,
as a gold world embraced me and kissed my soul. I was alive then.


  Your Name
  
Though I've called your name a thousand times, my words are blown back
into my face. The wind makes my skin harder still. The clouds race by
over-head and I fight to remain standing, the signs of endless journeys
shows in my weakened stance. I wish for the ground to open. I have been
around the world and back, I have re-lived every memory, re-dreamt every
dream and felt every touch (again). Still the clouds will race, the wind
will cut and soon I will fall. The dust will form a mound that shall be my
tomb, never to be whetted by the tears of mourning, because I was lost
long ago in a colder world and lost you forever.

I believe that each man craves the soul rejuvenation that, for centuries,
authors and poets of the world have immortalised through the written and
spoken word. I believe that each man wishes to harness the power of the
burning sun and rejuvenate the soul that, for many of us, lies dead. I too
have traveled these paths and found that most lead to a bare world.