the loxian gate

through the gates of night

there is wisdom is waiting to be found. that first place of night

was an island in the colour of stars

spring;

green grew and the flowers blossomed

a lost time

for in the distance. summer;

the sun and the sand

autumn;

the shape of yellow leaves falling

a lost time

far in the distance. winter;

the sky sang snow

written into the night;

a world of stars

a lost time

for in the distance. now

is the season of water;

the island

the cities

the darkness

through time this became our world

but our quest is not yet over

now

is the season of the moon;

soft breezes whispering

night and day

but our quest is not yet over