Within the stones of past lives

 As I sit beside the stones of past lives.
Symbolizing dreams that never came true,
a life cut short, a life lived to long,
a love never found.
Tears crest upon my eyes,
to have lived a life without love,
with dreams left undone.
I speak with a trembled voice,
but there is no answer that rises back,
what I seek is an answer
that life was not left undone.
Not a mere word nor a sound arouse,
but for a moment,
a gap within the earth’s time
I felt a comfort,a warm embrace.
Sitting solitude surrounded
within the lives of past,
I sensed to not be alone
for once within this life.
A voice speaks softly,
know this,
buried deep in earth’s mantellies not what once was,
not unfinished dreams,
but a resting place for our shell.
Allowing us to start our life
were time is gone,
no more worries
no more alone.
Reaching the shores of eternitysolitude is nothing more than a nightmare.
And for once I feel comfort,
as if the whisper within the wind
was not just a voice but message,
within the stones of past lives.