In the circle of cycles

On that desert sand dune
of the landscape of my mind
I watch you stand
at the other side of the river
looking away from me
Loneliness personified

How do I remember you
O my beloved
you left to traverse
the shifting universe
of life and death and life
again, eons ago

You are etched in a blazing memory
seared into my soul
like a possesive brand
Worshiped like a minor god
Prayed to, for and with
memories stoked like fire

I follow you through the cycle
looking out, finding out
reaching out for the you
that returns to look at me
somehow missing you
in that ever-moving cycle

I miss you again in this  life
That is long and mundane
an existence where the mediocre
grips and rules breathes
To wait for that gasp of release
and look for you some more

On that desert, across the river
You look up to gaze at me
Smiles and waves
that burst of lightning came
signaling a death, a birth
and the chase is on again.