Primitive Notions

We were once slaves to the unknown.
Squandering under the stars until the moon beams fell
ever graceful upon the faces of hidden children.
Laughing like lost poets of a Utopian city
and filled with the joy of an infinite breathe.
We were once the sand of the night,
the crash of the sea,
the snow-capped mountains of the East,
A wildness that no god could ever tame,
Pushed through time like the stones of pyramids.
Left to fend for ourselves with the knowledge
that all reality could be a fallacy
And all dreams can make you free.