In Memory of the Lost~
Lingered whispers from ancient lost city
Ruins still stand where the souls once lived
Footsteps long lost now substituted by a new creation
Standing over the memories of this forgotten time and place
Hearing the echoed chants of words mumbled in confusion
Feeling the breeze of their last wishes gracing past my face
A cool chill of remembering how once it was
Standing in this ancient, lost but not forgotten place
Looking down at this ancient path I stood upon
I find myself wondering how many others once stood on this hard but shallow ground
Finding myself deep in tranquility, purified of how I once had been here before
Finding a longing, an ease in breathing in the stale air
Looking all around, I find myself remembering how this ancient city use to blossom
People bustling, frantic, in a rush to place themselves in a tomb to be forgotten
Praying to the Gods of the day, taking in food that would later dissipate
Building with primitive tools, not knowing their future would soon be lost to the world
I stand, I watch and I listen to the whispers and echo’s that are so faint
I look around this desolated place
Once a vibrant, breathing city of such glory and fame
Now nothing but these desecrated ruins of a god forsaken place
For today is yesterday as tomorrow will also be forgotten
As we lay a path down before us, so we also will not be forgotten
But when we look back, we see only the ruins of our own defeat
Standing full circle, listening to the lingered whispers of our own ancient lost city
PkS ~ 2004 ©
