This is a two part poem that again could be interpreted in different ways depending on one's outlook. I like to think that its about two facets of humanity striving to come together like long separated twins in order to change their existence, but it could be something else. Comments would be great.
There are worlds divided but the membrane sees
Worlds full of black flowers and watchers that flee
Where candles burn and inky shadows play
Shrouded by night, delighted by day.
Grim flyers rise from ashes
Spin cocoons of pure gold sashes
Their eyes are burning embers
We try hard to remember
Wings primordial, beating silent.
Their world is harsh and violent.
Yet they rise from deadened soot
And they soar where we dare not set foot.
The spirits of the twilight
They gather praying in eldritch light
The only one for sprawling miles
Flaring like an angel’s smile.
Behind the veil, the flyers stand guard
Here for the music, here for the Bard.
They stand unseen in the clouded abyss
Longing for contact, for Destiny’s kiss.
Hopeful hearts grow strong in sunlight
Profoundly moved by humanity’s plight
If there’s nothing to be done, they seek Beyond
Hoping for an answer, for Fate to respond.
On the other side of the phantom plane,
We hear voices and we try to explain
The maze of minds that busily surge
Demanding redemption, demanding a purge.
No matter how bleak the eve
No matter how strange the day
We rejoice, persist and grieve
Reveling in the way
The breeze carries seeds of life
Growing new despite our strife.
The dreams of millions are reborn again.
The sleepers crawl from lightless dens
Budding trees know change is nigh
Here only to live, never to lie.
Whatever we’re thinking
Whatever we’ve done
The voices of hope, the click of our guns,
Does not the stop the ascent of the sun
Even when Death comes, life has begun.