Rebirth

Rebirth

Will you still know my face
When we are but empty space?
To face ourselves for the first time again—
Will you recognize our pain?

Sing to me your dying tears:
A song that nobody hears.
Will we dance to the notes that flow
From voices that faded long ago?

Will we be ashes again, someday—
Wilting whispers that wither away;
Forgotten when those who love us
Are silent as the grasses above us?

Sleep ends for us here.
Dream now, my dear.
A new morning shall be,
And I know, you will find me.

Beyond the eternity of the night,
Past the threshold of the light,
Though all our lives withdrew,
I do not want to forget you.



© 2021 Marten Hoyle