Devonian: Nascent

Our dreams now soaring above the surface With horizons shifting slow in blue Rites of spring to chase the winter away I allow my very mind to pass on through Our fragments In dust reunited Took in the night to color my room Had birth in the palm of my hand But no one came to tell me This road was overgrown And so elusively kept Send me back to the evening Before our very first day Must find time for my words Before they go away I found my place among the others And realized the stars were all too far The song that remains unsung A chain around my neck Thrusting on my back This violent storm ahead Of time never spent Nascent Our fears are now soaring below the surface of conscience Our inner horizons shifting slowly out of scale

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Nov 11, 2025