The Waking Realm

In this cruel awakening
I tried like all before
To reconcile with all that was
And all that is to come

There I fade
Collapsed, entranced
By such complexity
Astounded by the grandeur
Of the waking realm

The entrance of my kingdom hides
Lies dormant like the seeker

Open and persuaded
Observing with boundless eyes
The measure of our movements
Only live in the constraints of time

Cowardice begets mediocrity
The hour is nigh
Stale satiety cannot comfort us
The hour is nigh

Golden eyes ascending
From the embers
Endure through the seething heat
Through the ether they glide

An eastern wind carries the spark
Into the open
These orbs behold an emerald sea
Beyond the scorched earth

Memories unfold
Beckon the unknown

What sustains my light
Ravages the life
Of those who fly this far
A tribe relentless

Red, red peaks pierce clouds
With their splintered cloaks

Though roaring waves would prove fatal
Their crests and crashes inspire
To satisfy the object of my journey
In spite of the danger at hand
I glimpse ivory shores
A new chapter begins