The Attic

The lamp was off at the top
Of the stairs: the crystal lamp
Those wooden stairs
I climbed and opened the
Door, through cobwebs
And the dust, long lost

With my rod and hook, fishing
In the brooks of time: fishing
In the attic of history
I hoped to catch a glimpse
But the Earth appeared before me
As carved by a young apprentice
We are all here in reality
But there's more to the
Story than that
I could hear the fear behind his words
I could see everything there is to see

I took a breath and swam
Down deep into forever
To salvage what I could
Mementos in a box
Taking note of everything
Behind those aged locks
Searching in the corner
At the bottom of a lake
Heirloom necessity, in the
Depths of my aspiration

Etched into the ceiling of gold
Leaf and royal blue, but faded
Dim in the spirals
Of the night's light
A cloud of dust, and temples
Appeared before me; and the box
The box of memories
With it I returned to the
Surface, to catch my breath
I had found what I had come for
I had found what I had lost
My treasure, so soon to forfeit solitude
To be born: I was quite forlorn

The heirloom that I saved
In my pocket: a sonnet
Rummage through the past
And seek what you need to find
But be careful what you wish for
Take my cautionary advice
Beneath the dust is wreckage
Of a shipwreck out at sea
And the ghosts who inhabit this
Realm are thirsty, and unafraid
This is not for children

I saw what there was to see
And I believe that you shall too
A world, perfectly aligned
With everything it needs
To be rectified and true
But this is not something
That is often done
Our world, unraveling
Coming undone
Deep inside an ocean
Of blackened consciousness
Deep inside the mind
Where no one cares to go
Like so many others
Forbidden, and alone

Oh, the tales that History could
Weave, of the mysteries and the
Woes; of the generations
Gone, so long ago
So long, gone

I formed my own interpretation
About what is going on, in the attic
I did my best, with what I was given
And I will not lie to you
The hunt for truth is lonely
And the truth itself, very sad
But there's still hope
We all have ample time
As long as we don't blow it
As long as we survive