The age isn't far, though it's ancient as a star. Do you still know me and will you warm my heart when I knock on your door in the lonely night? It's only right that you should wake and trouble yourself, for the sake of a sister that reaches now, through the break of time that has been tossed about, and all but lost, except in the namesake of the grandfathers that painted the canvas of the world for one little girl. Brother when I come don't turn me away. Know my voice and invite me to stay, though you won't know my face or I yours, yet eons can't erase the march of destiny that walks the sea that separates you from me. Open the door and let me see where I came from and who I always wanted to be. Wars came and went, and blood was spent. Kings murdered queens and famine rent the age of our mother's identity. Your burning city was rebuilt under my feet and here I sense the heartbeats of the dead.... that which has led me to understand, that the womb of my birth is the land on which your children's feet now stand. My father came to get me there, and so repair the lost and make her found.... But when I first looked through the glass of the not forgotten past, and whispered my own name on a light summer wind that stirred the dusty remnants of where I've been.... You heard me speak, you told me who I am and used to be. So now awaken, find your slippers on the floor, and in the midnight darkness open the door to the rebirth of my destiny. I read your letters and you know my words. There is no other time than now my brother. ________ 24-8-2014
