Generations

Far above the atmosphere and through the many passages of years of light
Far beyond the imaginative boundaries of extraordinary human suffering
A thought, an idea, a dream, transcending all universes across the horizon of time
In the minds of simple men, a creative realm founded by poets, expounded by artists
A dawn of emotions portrayed and painted upon the finest parchment and canvases
Timeless masterpieces fought and arranged by men who have seen beyond the masses
Forever instilled on granite shelves, sometimes in catacombs, drenched with dust
Caressing fingers have not recently walked through the leaves of aging timber
And footprints are seldom seen treading down these forest corridors of timberland
Now shadows and misty lights hover, obscuring the eyes that fall prey to their beauty
And the hardbound secrets are unleashed to those intricate minds that hold the key.