Can we return…
To a time before man dissected life
Or carried death in his pocket,
When secrets were diffused into the night
And hatchets were buried?
Can we remember…
A time before man thought he found the fountain
Still searched for eternal youth,
When age was of beauty and honor
Youth was a time to dream?
Can we relive…
A dream of a lost love returning
Without devouring our spirit,
Our life without a lover’s disguise
Stand in the rain without tears?
Can we remove…
The high walls of the facts
And linger in a fantasy world,
The emptiness that has crept
Into our lives and words?
Only with love…
©June 12, 2011 ~ DBC, Duke of the Arctic