Somewhere in a world long gone,
my beginnings echo far from earth,
and I wonder in my former self,
what mind I had attained,
what echoes now in this life
that were seeded in another.
Displacement always my concern,
always the yearning of my soul to mend,
to understand the misfit that I am,
my solitary stance in protection
of the secrets held,
that haunt my mind and heart.
Desperate for my kind,
I seek them out to find myself in others,
to for once relate this pain, this segregation
that is poignantly woven in my mind,
as memories flicker like fragmented dreams,
reminding me of who I am.
Like a bloom yet opened,
I await the words of deliverance,
the knowledge that confuses the human mind,
yet finds place in the soul half buried
in the delusions of human ignorance,
a release for me to sate.
Home world radiates in eternal wake
of all that happened,
destruction and fleeing ships en masse,
amid a devastation, cataclysmic,
and nothing left but memories abound,
so many lost, so much the cost of conflict.
Now in human form,
a new, simple life yet conflict still reigns,
and humanity not ready for transcendence,
too lost within greed and spiritual neglect,
that will surely, in the end,
result in the same sad demise.
I long for a lost home, a lost people,
yet some remain here on earth,
and I seek them out to find equilibrium,
the heart held in respect, in knowledge
of who we are and from where we have come,
for only we can know.
Tony DeLorger © 2018