We Build Crystal Cities

We build crystal cities
in the skies of our minds,
only to watch them fall to the Earth
on the tail of a fiery comet - the dark
husk of the smoking soul is all that remains.

We swim in the pools of imagination,
diving deep in the cool blue of the waves,
becoming primordial, fusing with some
distant memory that attaches us
to the world, until we realize
that the body that floats upon the surface
is all that lingers of the promise
of what we once were.

We run through the forests of emotion
with the wolves of the heart at our heels
in search of the moon and the blood, in search
of the perfect prey to lay between our jaws
as we wait for the sweet music
of when bones and hope crunch beneath
a savage assault and dreams are left a corpse
lain to rest under the ethereal light.

And then one day suddenly
we are old,
so old,
and we close the book, walk
away to never look
back or question, only to long
for the wind to finger our face,
for the water to cleanse our body,
for the touch of the grass at our running feet

but we never look back

(at the end)

we never look back

(savage innocence)

we never look back.