What Happened to a world...

The veil is falling ...but is the world ready for change.

I want to dream far away from here. A place where serenity meets the moon.
The stars call out to her to come out and play with them like children.
In the clouds I see the future before me and to the left the present and to the right
I see the past as it once stood strong, bold, and beautiful. When the landscapes were at their natural beauty.
The animals sang songs with humans. Instead of forgetting words of time.
Now only the beast clans remember the words but have drifted off to new lands.

The witches forgotten through time have now only taught the ways of Yang to descendants. Forgetting the Yin that (told the world of Creation and magic in old days of time)
was once a part together like Life and Death were once to each other. And now the gods and goddesses have become fables and stories. Stories once believe to have a piece of truth are now entertained by their shadows.
Forgetting the hopes and fears of why they were once told.

My heart that bleeds towards Gaea. Who once hold the hands of her palms of the world with " love " has now raged in wrath with all the blood that has been spilled on her body. She watches her children being drenched in poison, and throwing tantrums of frustration exploding to get their message across.

Hyperion tries to cover world with his illusions with his father sleeping beside him, dreaming and showing seers the future to become. While Chaos and Horae rage on with their battles trying to conquer a world that doesn't see their existence. Just a story, a fable, a fairy tale to tell....to who the adults or to the children? I smile at world with a mask showing neither emotion to them but to the world that holds my heart.

Since I have not forgotten the days of old, the time that has went and gone. The stories told by old ones and children who can "see" what is there hiding in the-in-between.

The earths hold the stories of wars once began and ended.
What was started and dreamed to be fulfilled.
The dreams where people once knew that reality crossed between in their hearts of beings.

The symbols like charms once held power with underlying hopes/fears of are souls.

I once dreamed to see the world that would become but have now wish to sleep. Awake until like before a thousand years ago. When Atlantis was not just ruins of a story told.
What happened to True Love, days of old, magic was not once a fairy tale.
Did they fly away with dreams that come when we sleep at night?

If so then maybe with changing of time moments like watching the wilt of rose at when it's at truest beauty will fade away with the tears of goddess.
Where there will be no more watching seasons change from one to the next.
Everything be like watching a movie reel recording are lives but forgetting the moments we experience through are memories in time.

What happened to promises being are word... Once when words were told as the truth.

If this is only reality to believed where outcast are shunned because they only see the Yang and not the Yin. Have forgotten..... and believe this is the way to the future. Then I think I would rather dream...and possibly wake in 10 years....or more. Then be awake to a world where Gaea weeps.
Of are desires and dreams.