Dreams of the Fifth Empire

Come forth in your myriad madness

Come from your solemn, hollow places

Lonely owls awakening the chorus

These cries from Sintra’s stones

 

Vanished in the Field of the Three Kings

This winged angel of crowned splendor

A sleeping king so soon to rise again

On a misty morning not unlike today

 

Listen to the voices of the Mensagem

Hear how the golden one returns

Sebastião, sweet ruler of the light

Sebastião, hero soul of Os Lusíadas

 

There is in each dark cloud a feather

And in the rustling, such wild wings

Now in dreams of the Fifth Empire

Enchantments of the approaching age

Author's Note

Deus quer, o homem sonha, a obra nasce (God wishes, man dreams, the work is born) – Fernando Pessoa

Reviews

[Melinda McQueen]

An expressive write with great imagery.
Well done.

[An owl on the moon]

I deeply appreciate you wading into my darker spaces... :)