Much More Was Lost - Be'lakor

In gleaming morning sun we ran

Each day the day it all began

A flare was lit between the worlds we wandered

We bounded over broken log

Across the steppe, beyond the fog

To life in tiny fragments all felt bonded

By chance one noon we saw someone

Our words reached out they heard us come

But when eyes met, we glimpsed their hopeless sadness

We asked but found we could not fathom

What had sewn their sorrowed pattern

So we fled that lake and all its madness

But still we knew that life was good

And through that scare, our joy withstood

We found new thrills to chase and thoughts to wonder

Our days unfurled with troubles not

Through thistles kicked and thorns forgot

Til one day something new would drag us under

In dappled light that time we roamed

On higher land, our senses honed

A place so cold and new we had discovered

But then we saw we weren’t the first

A dreamer lay there, frozen, cursed

Much more was lost than ever was recovered

We ran, but this time with no joy

Each stumble shaping man from boy

A truth wept through from just behind life’s curtain

What drove them to that lonely end?

Is this the wound no one can mend?

A bleeding out of all that had been certain

Still others since have crossed our path

That man of buried aftermath

And she who seemed to wait and hide forever

So many moments came and went

Yet none were kept, as dreams were spent

And in this way old truths emerged together

We can recall, I think, a time

When footholds held and stories rhymed

And now we see that those we met were grasping

We know that they had felt it too

Until it left them, as they grew

To leave them looking back at us for asking

Those elders smiled through gritted jaw

A deluge held, but held no more

And as it broke, it brought new kinds of knowing

Return the mind to where it was

We try, but it won’t go, because

That mind has gone, and with it went a glowing