Burning Dreams

There's a city always burning deep within my dreams.
It's flame consuming all, gorging on the drying trees.
This eternity of heat becomes a frozen image of the time.
Meant as a marker in the road for other travellers to find.

So there lies the problem with holding memories of the past.
Attempts at manifesting them is a flawed and foolish task.
First lets change your knowledge into patient kinetic energy.
Release your thoughts and let them go for they're longing to be freed.

Willing your third eye to call upon your traveling perception.
Answers you receive from a statement not a question.
Skillfully placing accents to summon the answers muse,
It comes so quickly this experience that was never used.

Turning on each molecule floating in the thin, cold air of the night.
Was the ever burning marker with its ever raging light.
Quickly growing was your resolve with ever clearer purpose.
It comes with untold strength and steady hand packed away in surplus.

The city burns around me while I rest in a cool stone chair.
Sipping on espresso, my Marlboro lit by the warming night air.
Glancing to my left I see Death raise it heavy head.
Directing me to the right is your hand seeking mine instead.

Walking through this city we leave a trail of ash.
A shadowed piece of history sprinting from the past.
Our flashbacks never ending as we walk between the gap.
Directed to our blind spot by an old and weary map.

Boarding the boat love was said to sail.
Believing in our quest, never thinking we could fail.
Since we weren't walking blindly we knew just where to look.
Unfolding each legend, being written into a book.

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