CHEMMIS

                (based on a mythological trace)

In a time so ancient that mighty Ur

 was but a cave beside two streams,

the Chaldaeans sang in whispered shadows

of seven beasts that bound our destiny.

Their names are ever lost to chaos grasp,

                   but not voices that speak in thunder and fire;

for this fragile world was divided

 into dominions of awesome power,

with man but a pawn in faintest shadow

                   of what might have been, had he been bold.

Yet the small space where power did sit

                     was overlooked in the frenzied claim.

This lonely island of tranquil blessing

                       was set adrift, lost to the demon's clutch.

It is often seen by sleepy children,

                       yet never discovered in ready search.

Priests of Mother Nile named it Chemmis,

                       calculating its path by the stars,

and many desired to travel there,

                   called by pulse of the yearning heart.

It is not a part of heaven or earth,

                   but a place that has escaped our pain.

It courses not across the clouded sky,

                   nor beneath mysterious churning seas.

You will not find it by map or chart,

                   or secret chant or powdered spell.

Chemmis travels betwixt the mind and will

                   in myriad dreams and lover's hope.

It has no power but defeats them all,

                    for I have no limits when I am there.

Kinjal of Moravia