The place is still there,
but the way has changed.
Long lost,
and forgotten.
We stopped going,
so the way grew over.
Then they bulldozed it,
and built a hospital there.
That most sacred ground.
Portal to another world.
But the universe,
is a strange place,
so there are still ways in,
if you can find them.
Some of us have lost,
in our time,
broken down and derelict.
Others never recovered
from having lost contact
with the other side.
They feigned domestication,
as best they could
before fading away.
Many of us
never bothered;
fading straight away
once the magic was gone.
Time plays a cruel joke
on us all.
It offers us life
in exchange for magic.
Once we have given up
every ounce of what once
constituted wonder within us,
it leaves us;
empty, dry husks,
to die,
alone in a magic-less world.
That’s why I kept looking.
That’s why I never gave up,
and I know
that there are still ways
into the underground,
and the eternal sky.
I intend
to see it all,
once more
before I die.
I’m not afraid.
I know the way.
See you on the other side.
Come see.
HG – 2020
