We are your legacy,
We children of the dawn,
Daughters of night,
Sons of noon.
We are your blood,
Your life,
And we run through the stars
Like a river.
We are the tale
You told to time,
In a half-lit cave
Before the universe began.
We, too, are the tellers
Of the tale,
And we give you as a gift
Or a curse
To our children:
"He took us there..."
"And then he said..."
We live your legend,
And in cities and plains,
Stars away from our beginnings,
In the heavy dark,
We cry for you:
Come back. I was wrong.
I don't want
To be stuck to one star,
One lifetime,
When there are so many.
Unanswered,
For you know the folly
Of making promises to return
All too well.
You leave us to time.
Call us Ishmael.

by Mad Poetess

Back to Pointy Sticks