Devonian: Nascent

Our dreams now soaring above the surface
 With horizons shifting slow in blue
 Rites of spring to chase the winter away
 I allow my very mind to pass on through
 Our fragments
 In dust reunited
 Took in the night to color my room
 Had birth in the palm of my hand
 But no one came to tell me
 This road was overgrown and so elusively kept
 Send me back to the evening
 Before our very first day
 Must find time for my words
 Before they go away
 I found my place among the others
 And realized the stars were all too far
 The song that remains unsung
 A chain around my neck
 Thrusting on my back
 This violent storm ahead
 Of time never spent
 Nascent
 Our fears are now soaring
 Below the surface of conscience
 Our inner horizons shifting
 Slowly out of scale.