In the recesses of the consciousness of life
buried beneath dreams and fantasies of eternal night
half-remembered chances and broken down promises
plague the fabric of this landscape's dreary solace
edging away bit by bit into deepening oblivion
fading fast from instinct the chance of one in a million
forgetting the past and the possibility of futures
forgetting that this is the home that was once void of virtues
the depths of vision and the lengths of heart
the weariness of survival and the quest to travel far
treading lightly over delicate paths unknown
bent against the wind and fighting towards a goal
the power of presence and power of mind
may one day return these remembrances in kind
though truth be hard and truth be far
the return may be no closer than the most distant star
and in the presence of this mind's eye
in the shallows of thought one might try
forever following along one's path
forever calling on breath to find the last
the retrieval of hope and remembrance of home
the strength and ability to travel vast and far alone
the ever present denial of defeat of pain
so that in the end this kingdom you might reign.