Faces

My mind has wandered somehow
In this place,
Maybe it was somewhere else,
Languishing in some other space.

As consciousness arises,
And I try to get my grip,
I find myself looking at yet another face
In this weary yet wonderous trip.

These faces keep coming and going
Out of my life,
Over years, centuries and races
From different tribes,
They look so familiar,
Some were perhaps soulmates,
Family, friends or foes ,
All these faces are people
Who were met here and now
Gone with yesterday, yet known.

They had special meaning then,
There's some relation with them somehow,
All these faces are more than just a memory,
Waking us from our slumbers
With their secret whispering sounds,
Forgotten traces from the past rewound.

They seem to be filling in this strange,
Mystical beat,
The picture now looks somewhat familiar,
Its pieces fitting..
Now the jigsaw puzzle is
Complete.