Your Realms

I walk through the arches of the past 

Seeking You in the little traces that last 

Of Your existence beyond books.

Of stories of Bards, that history refuses to tell 

I look for You in mirrors and reflections 

Within my soul and contemplation 

And what troubles me is to know 

That You never knew me.

I look beyond Your bravery and might 

At everything the man dreamt of at that time 

And I ask the Dyers of Dreams 

To colour my life in Your name.

I am obsessed, possessed, beyond repair. 

Seeking answers in despair 

My soul refuses to stay put here 

In an era far beyond Yours.

~ Suranya