Ancient Inspirations

I lie down and close my tired eyes,

And shield them from what the world has become,

The cold ebony night air heavy upon my face,

The tears frozen on my pale cheeks.

But when I look deeper inside I find,

Not the desolate wasteland that now exists,

Instead the thriving beauty that once was.

The talk penetrates the thick night,

The memories give a little light.

The beauty of this ancient earth,

Etched upon my mind like glass,

Cracked and broken yet it still exists,

In the talk, in the minds and souls,

In the hearts of humans who remember,

The splendour of this graceful planet,

Before Mother Nature took her life.

The talk penetrates the thick night,

The memories give a little light.

Still the voices whisper on and on,

Through the cold air of night,

The trees that once were creak,

In a breeze inside my head,

And I see my reflection in the pool,

In my mind, the careworn face,

I need not my eyes to see my love.

The talk penetrates the thick night,

The memories give a little light.

Through the darkness, dust and cold,

Shines the strength of will of humans,

Mother Nature gave in to her own despair,

Yet something on this earth still thrives.

The earth may only exist in our minds,

Yet we’re still held together by love,

The beauty of the world echoed in our hearts.

The talk penetrates the thick night,

The memories give a little light.