Beyond the door

I am a wisp of speckled dust,
floating serenely in a sea of night,
be passionate yet aimless, I must,
for these tunnels do not end at the light.

I soar through ice and stone,
circling their sleeping mother,
A gargantuan orb all alone,
and for me, a safe tether.

I see a blaze in the distance,
stripped of its glory, yet forever,
the finger which gave existence,
to the nine keychains of endeavour.

I break away, restless,
flicked by unseen hands,
and at speeds boundless,
race past frozen lands.

I dive into a sparkling ocean,
of colors hung, frozen in time,
and in its womb, akin to a potion,
brew fiery embers of a star sublime.

I witness collosal, twirling orbs,
spewing their essence into the night,
and a ravenous blackness that warps,
reality itself to feed its might.

Children of the void, remember
I see much, and forget more,
yet it is for you to fan your ember,
and take a step beyond the door.