dreams long gone

​bring me back to a
world unwept and unsung
when myths tasted new.
 
bring back the
faire queens long dead
when wines never aged
and mothers never killed their sons.
 
bring me back to the
fireside story seen
only in smokeshadow,
 
bring back only
the wind to howl
lightingfire, a breath,
and a forest gone.
 
then and only then
will I tell of  what I dreamnt.
the gloaming end,
of an age long past—remember, 
tears cannot help now, not even
as the dust of ruins rises with the dawn.