Once Upon a Time

Once upon a time it seems  
and it sounds the same in endless seas
where everything’s exact in quandary,  
where I came to breathe,  
however much the darting harmony.  
  
Did you see the casts in silhouette  
of beasts and sage and amulet,  
pondering Autumn as taunts forget  
the tinged and grazing tapestry?  
    
Can you hear the cave as phantoms scream  
inside the sounds that echos bleed,    
so loud and taxing, as each day goes by,  
knowing each moment, and yet never know why    
the amber cast the dream...