Savaroth's blog: "poem 1"

Shadows of memories, persistently reverberate, the mind's eye seeks to give form to these sillouetts. Dark premonitions have come, and gone, as time's sands deteriorate, Brief moments of happiness, surrounded by thoughts of missed options I regret. As the years continue to cycle, I find that seasons begin to grey, all become one, briefly, second sight lingers, just long enough to open the doors of a pleasant day. Rustling winds becon, calling my name, to join in their dance, a myriad of color, for an instant, flashes it's promise of peace, analysing it's ways, I am entranced. Shall I linger, on this plain, though I am a walker between worlds, to bear witness to this world's continuity of degradation? Into another ponderous thought scape, I am hurrled, growing weary of this fleshen shell, this plain, and finite limitations... To be free, once more, to feel the cold, vast regions of the macrocosm surround me, I long for the embrace of the unmanifest,and it's unending compassion. I suffer for the things I must witness, yet wish not to have seen, my soul, forsaken by Saturn's release, my soul, not that of mankind, I am damned to be eternal...seen, yet unseen...