
The Molten Time
Stranger tales I have to tell Than when the Earth first drew on her grass-green veil, And the first insects crawled from the sea's dark swell To dry their shining wingspans on the shore. There is a deeper world, where all that may be awaits, Where creeping tides of dreams and will and fate Build into a mighty wave that crests and breaks And inundates our world with fearsome roar. Then, in that molten time, as two worlds intersect, Above the shards of older patterns wrecked, A mind, a time stand in lightning etched And brand our memories forever more.

The Molten Time

Stranger tales I have to tell
Than when the Earth first drew on her grass-green veil,
And the first insects crawled from the sea's dark swell
To dry their shining wingspans on the shore.

There is a deeper world, where all that may be awaits,
Where creeping tides of dreams and will and fate
Build into a mighty wave that crests and breaks
And inundates our world with fearsome roar.

Then, in that molten time, as two worlds intersect,
Above the shards of older patterns wrecked,
A mind, a time stand in lightning etched
And brand our memories forever more.