Again I Live and Die

World of shadows
Of now and then
Of before and the next
Gusts of weary air
And I stand again
Under the fragrant linden tree
White sweet bitter flowers
Falling on my hair

My mortal coil yet warm
Under lavender flowers
Is without memories
The I that knows, close my eyes
against the bright pure light
so familiar in unknown ground
picking flowers from walls
circles  whispers of hopes

I hear the vague calls
Of lost siblings in the mists
Of past lovers gnashing revenge
Of soul-mate’s unfound
Lost in the whirls of living
Passed by unnoticed
While skies clad white to black
And back to azure again

In the circle of cycle
I travel on, back to life
To bow to death again
In love, in faith, in devotion
To live life to, lose once more
Bound on mysterious quests
As yet unknown nor ever revealed
But to abide by unquestioningly

In the meadow there I stand
Listening to thunder claps
From afar the screaming wind
Fly me to silent calm,
there be I born.