Cycles of Life

travelling through sheer curtains
crystal walls between eons
magical places mystical land
looking for a whisper of you

sounds of creation
the beginning soul searched
blustery wind on worlds
blinking in half lights

whispers of his name
echo and re-echo
halls of near remembrance
but the caverns are empty

I wade through waters
of forgetfulness,
only remembering your name
embedded deep in heart

brushing forests
of names as new leaves
ode to the faded fallen
a life unto one that’s gone

will no one wait
for me at end of paths
will there be familiar faces
will you be there.