Hidden Truth

Still they dreamed this dream.

A man was standing there,

Looking beyond the dull grey walls

Across oceans of deep majesty

Until he could almost see the other side

With mountains that stretched into clouds

Whereon people clothed in beauty lived

Worlds full of excitement, of adenture

Palaces of gold

And a King so powerful all of his enemies bowed a knee to Him

Robes of silken white flowing out from him, and crowned of illustrious blue light

A woman stood beside him there

Sitting on the concrete barrier

She too could almost see across the seas

And envision the deep mysterious jungles,

And tree-top villages and cities,

Where people rode on the backs of great pterodactyls

And trained in the art of war, wearing helmets of gold

Emblazoned with the emblem of the King of Life

Wooden railways connected tree to tree

And here the King’s people lived in peace

A boy stood on the barrier, beside them

Nigh looking over the rippling waves of glass

To the land of the Sun, and the cities of Knowledge

Where people lived in towers of glass ascending for eons

People who delighted studying truth with instruments of power

Technology far advanced, given as a gift by their King of Science

Glass towers with bridges to distant stars, and worlds far away

Where also the King of Stars held sway, Reigning in the sound of suns

A girl sat on the cold barrier, betwixt them

Her mind flying outward and away, across the deep blue waters

To the wet shining coastline of the simple fishing people

Here the King had built a deep mine, cleaving between land and sea,

A glass column stretching down to the ocean floor, where warriors went

To fight the demons under the seafloor, where there were many deep caverns

Which fell away deep to the very core of the earth; dark and great pressure.

The fishermen fought here, against the devils which fly across the deep.

The man held the woman’s hand, and the boy looked in the girls’ eyes.

Many years ago, in sound and in fury they were born beneath the sea,

And taken captive by the dark, made prisoners on the Grey Isles.

They knew not that other lands existed, but that the Isle was their place to be.

All men lived here. Women governed. Children played quietly.

Was not all as it should seem?

Yet still they dreamed this dream.