The girl from the last century

The girl from the last century came swathed in silk and mystery with eyes  that said I'd known her years before. 

Narrating with a glance that spanned pages of antiquity, our story, wordless but never a history more sure.

She empowered me, implored me,

Indulged and overawed me

And tempered the unyielding nature of my soul. 

With a cautious smile she teased me and with a gentle word she conquered me 

and I'd never been further from home.

The girl from the last century came dancing to her melody, with a delicate hand and heart to save the world.

She gave me the benefit of her lack of experience and showed me an Eden shaped for us.

Timeless and fearless, radiant beyond brightness, with a song I sang myself when I was young.

To the Maelstrom I gave myself, I could no longer save myself

and I'd never been further from home.

The girl from the last century smiled at me willingly and promised me that time was forever ours. 

Her words chimed with a clarity that time would take away from me, the years between, the sands slip through my hands.

Eden wasn't built for me, I could not enter, I owned no key. I stood and watched her enter all alone. 

The words that she had taught to me now fell from my lips discordantly, 

And now I've never been further from home. 

The girl, still in that century, unrelated to what now shapes me, still sings a melody in other tones. 

An Eden lost, an Eden found, I'm rooted in familiar ground.

Her words fading away...

I'm home!