City of Zie

There is a place I know
Buried high in the sky
With streets made of glass
And trees that feed on ice
Where the grass is pale with a wintery bloom
The rain falls in stones
And the road runs to midnight
Deep in the bloodied gaze of the sun.

There is a place I know
Where the wind whistles low
Where dreams ride on bricks
And fences keep out the stars
The sky is streaked with shades that sparkle
And it dips deep into to the cosmos
Where at last they laid their last song.

There is a place I know
Where the clock doesn’t strike
And the mountains drop low
The winters freeze in summer’s heat
The autumn turns to spring
But no elements ever meet.

There is a place I know
That doesn’t have a name
No land is owned
No rivers have been tamed
By the demons that forgot to show.

There is a place I know
That crumbled at an unseen hand
Though thought and tried was the tortured crowd
Chaos wrought and reaped the enchanted land.

There is a place I know
Where the people are cursed to stone
Streets are lined with their crooked bones.

There is a place I know
But I destroyed it—cursed it—long ago

There was a place I knew

Perhaps you knew it, too?