The Forgotten One

Once there was an angel who walked upon the moon,
when East was East
and West was West,
looking and looking
for the season of soon
through parks of dark
and gardens overgrown
looking and looking for what she had always known
she would one day find
in the eyes of the mind
and the hearts of the wind
the whispers of the Forgotten One.
“Come in. Come in.
I have been waiting and waiting
and wanting and wanting
always only you.
You are the one and only one.
She would one day find
in the eyes of the mind
and the hearts of the wind
the unsaddening words of the Forgotten One,
You can not bring
the thousand things,
the dust of the earth
and the rags of kings,
the broken songs that no one sings
of the hundred gods and their wanderings.
Come in. Come in.
I have been waiting and waiting,
always only you.
You are the one and only one
in everyone.
You can not bring
a shred of these,
only the breath that eternally breathes
the echoes of stars that light the way
through the night into the day.
Come out. Come out
out of the hypnotic unceasing din.
Taken to the nth degree,
anything less
than love
is merely a kind of
insanity.”