You walked with poets and dreamers.
Temples with Borealis banners, sconces lit by suns.
Logic, precision, science
That you carried to our ears.
I heard your footsteps on bronze pathways,
You walked amidst Fibonacci flowers.
Golden fields guaranteeing Dionysus days.
Labour, power, strength
That you carried to our ears.
I heard your footsteps under mountains,
You bathed in molten rivers.
Subterranean skies lit by quartz constellations.
Love, passion, sensation
That you carried to our ears.
Now we have forgotten,
We speak but don't listen.