Dreams of the Fifth Empire

Come forth in your myriad madness

Come from your solemn, hollow places

Lonely owls awakening the chorus

These cries from Sintra’s stones

 

Vanished in the Field of the Three Kings

This winged angel of crowned splendor

A sleeping king so soon to rise again

On a misty morning not unlike today

 

Listen to the voices of the Mensagem

Hear how the golden one returns

Sebastião, sweet ruler of the light

Sebastião, hero soul of Os Lusíadas

 

There is in each dark cloud a feather

And in the rustling, such wild wings

Now in dreams of the Fifth Empire

Enchantments of the approaching age

Author's Note

Deus quer, o homem sonha, a obra nasce (God wishes, man dreams, the work is born) – Fernando Pessoa

Reviews

[AprilRN1210]

How funny things in life work my dear enchanting friend. i was lead here to this piece.....and your words moved in me what it was designed to. Perspective at play as well I am sure. Just when I think I am all alone in this madness called life, the reality slips just a little and am able to see just a twinkle of the connectedness of one. I like what this owl whispers of awakening as we approach enlightenment. I, for one-am ready for some of that sleeping light in my life :) this one flows with a quiet but confident strength.

[An owl on the moon]

It is always a joy to have you by, precious friend. How you see through the letters and lines so well. How wondrous to hear scientists speaking of other dimensions, other worlds around us, and realizing that poets have been speaking of these for thousands of years. May your eyes ever see past the shell of this world into the very core of its soul.

[AprilRN1210]

I feel half blind lately but am trying to see. Funny what happens when you start waking up though. If I would've read this piece any other time before it wouldn't have been the same. Perfect design that seems anything but most of the time. Always considered you mystically enchanting -still do, but with a deep wisdom that I never noticed before. In awe of you Craig, honestly.

[An owl on the moon]

I am grateful for your presence here, speaking as a shaman into all our lives. Your light is needed deeply.

[AprilRN1210]

Thank you :)

[Ken Simm.]

Dark and fantastic in every meaning of the second word. And every good meaning of the first. Mythical.

[An owl on the moon]

It is always such a joy to have you by my friend. Thank you!

[Valentine]

A sleeping king, so soon to rise again, he cannot come too soon. Valentine

[An owl on the moon]

Thank you, dear poet. This one is very close to my heart.

[Melobldnfr]

An enchanting, enjoyable read. I particularly like the lines about the feathers in the clouds and rustling of such wild wings. Thanks for sharing.

[An owl on the moon]

Your lifting words are so appreciated... Thank you for stopping by. :)

[Terpsichore]

Problem with fresh beginnings is that they generally start from stale endings. Nice to dream though. T

[An owl on the moon]

Yes, so true... how spring and life flows fierce from winter and seeming death... that is the cycle of things. Thank you, Terpsichore.

[~]

An enchanting equivocation on Quinto Império. Your pen has skillfully described the awakening of this spiritual power. The perfect word choice like "rustling", "splendor" and many others fit so well the imagery of the new era. Mystic and lovely :D

[An owl on the moon]

Now, you always do find a way of reading so well between my lines... thank you. Sometimes those mystic things arise through the most simple vessels... even poor poets who sense distant fires growing stronger with each day...

[Gypsy Warrior Queen]

I burn eternal for such light.....your words carry such a spark!

[An owl on the moon]

Ah, dear friend! May such sparks always keep you warm and happy. Thank you!

[Latifa]

And in the rustling, such wild wings

I love this line, wonderful:)
I want to ask you though what is Mensagem? I don't know it

[An owl on the moon]

Latifa, I am so grateful to have you by, dear friend! Thank you for reading my words. And Mensagem (Message) by Fernando Pessoa is a poem made up of 44 short poems in 3 sections. "The third section or cycle is called "O Encoberto" ("The Hidden One"), is the most original and disturbing part of Message. It refers to Pessoa's vision of a future world of peace and understanding, the Fifth Empire, which will come about through a Portuguese of mystical origin to which he refers by a number of names including "The Hidden One", "The King" or "King Sebastian". "

[Latifa]

cool, I'll check it out :)

[Beccy]

We have enough madness to last a thousand lifetimes; who knows, when, if, the Fifth Empire ever dawns, there will be light at last.

Beccy.

[An owl on the moon]

It is my hope, and the hope of many others that the Fifth Empire will bring light again. Thank you so much for your comments, Beccy.

[Marie]

Wonderful. I would love to see the Fifth Empire rise, if it could be like this.

[An owl on the moon]

Thank you, Marie... I hope it does as well... it's time...