Anamnesis - Hanging Garden

A memory

Is woven from the shadows

Distilled from dying embers

A memory

Drawn thin between the moments

Expelled beyond our grasp

Remembrance

Is a threshold to the night

A journey without ending

Remembrance

Is a chalice for the damned

Lost forevermore

And we tread that trail

Unwilling and yet eager

If not awake then deep in slumber

Restless in our sleep

We loved the flame

The fire stolen from the gods

We gathered around the dancing embers

We loved the flame

The fire stolen from the gods

Warding us against the dark