Process of illumination

Hear the long voices, well up beneath the clouded
Abyss of the mind, cold flames of awakening
Darkened sunlight, burning symbols long forgotten
Against our skin
Eyes open, the patterns welcome our past
Tearing our soul home
Solitude and servitude, the moment of realization
We must begin again
It's already too late
Hide the children, deep within your imagination
Never let on that we are here
Spirals of light, seasons disguise
Fragmented symbols, depictions of our past
Unwelcome, forgotten.
Ascend the uncertain of the Wealth of light
The dawn holds secrets for us all,
We can never fall.