Tracing memories back to an ancient, far away, land…
There could have been milk,
perhaps even honey.
Remembering conversations with a flame,
filled with some force and yearning,
like an estranged…
It’s just strange,
mystical moments while trapped in a daze.
It’s just a gaze,
a momentary look into…
Nothing, but an incubus.
The birth of what could be a saviour,
a North Star and a manger.
This world has become so sinister…
It needs someone like him.
Some kind of minister.