02/15/2023
HYPERION
On a ray of sunshine he touches me.
A shimmering visage without a face. From across the aeons he reaches.
Heedless of time or space.
What he is I know not.
Nor whence from where he came.
In the tongues of men he's Hyperion.
But, he no longer bears that name.
Like a well worn coat he dons my soul.
Myself is me no more.
He insists the portal opens.
Much like a Raven at my chambers door.
From this earthly bastion,
He forcefully projects his mind.
Memories of an ancient union.
It is Theia he longs to find.
It is more than love or passion.
Its a needing to be whole.
For she carries a part of him.
Fabric rent asunder from his souls.
In the library of humanity's conscience mind,
He delves to find trace.
He searches for a scent of her.
I smell ancient perfume spilled on lace.
I feel his want like hunger.
He's calling out to she.
Finding her consumes him.
As well as consuming me.
Overpowering is his anguish,
And crushing is his need.
Until he is whole again,
Never will my soul be freed.
He searches entire planets,
Sifting through all their memories.
Ours just one in tens of millions,
Each with different histories.
He speaks infinite languages.
He is worshipped in his might.
But in the end he's just like me,
A little boy full of fright.
I've bore witness to his sorrow,
And I've seen the armies he can field.
But what scares me most of all,
Is the power he can wield.
I feel that he's exhausted.
Yet still stronger than all who stand.
He's gained so little color,
For such memories as he panned.
I offer up whats left of me.
For his greater gain.
I feel a tear trace down my cheek,
He shares with me his pain.
Whether in an act of kindness,
Or in honor of his bride.
He let's my soul fly next to him.
Just to view the celestial ride.
We streak across the heavens,
Hurtling towards the sun.
He imparts visions of the ages,
Of which our memories are none.
So if you chance to see me in the sun,
Eyes fluttering at a fantastic clip.
Know I'm not just basking there,
With Hyperion I'm on a trip.
------Murky Waters