Above and Below Redux

Across the cliffs,
climbing and climbing
the rocks mutter with pursed lips.
Looking beyond the horizon
in the lair of storms, a ship
riding upon the waves.
Sailing and sailing
the storm’s wind like a siren’s call,
lifting them away.
Higher, oh higher
through the sky,
falling and falling
with moonlight above
and streetlight below.
Above and below,
Above and below.

Under a pale sun,
laying upon the golden sands
of an era long lost
where ruins are strewn, tossed awry.
On the other side
through an endless crust
and past a hellfire mantle.
A long, long night on frigid wastes
where the brave walk
and the icy depths holding time,
with the enigma of unknown things
beholden to man.
Waiting and waiting
for a curious gaze.
Learning of history above
and mystery below.
Above and below,
Above and below.

Amongst the deep brush
of a lonely forest
mountains abound,
mist surrounds,
but a bear lays sleeping.
Soaring along a breeze, the falcons’ cries
are carried to the ear
of an aged trepid man
fishing down a water well.
The line is cast, like a die
coin or krill?
Taken the chance,
he rests under the bough
of an aged oak,
drifting into sleep,
slumbering.
Dreams of light above
and dark below.
Above and below,
Above and below.

Things are very different now.