The Labyrinth

“The Labyrinth”

What is this land we have known before?
A strange place of strange memories.
There are doorways that lead to darkened rooms,
And still darker passages beyond.

You seem to die there, and I cannot follow,
For your time is not mine in which to dwell;
Longing to reach across the ages to a past which binds
Our dreams where we may meet again.

What were we when Time was young,
As unknown gazes looked to a newborn sky?
Nothing dawns on me ere my firstborn cry,
But what memory traces farther than those tears?

Who holds the wind that bore your voice?
I swear I hear it on the air that sighs in me:
The labyrinth that locks your ancient demise
In a space where I was lost before.

I felt you there, hidden by the years
Between your death and my awakening.
Who now shall feel what follows my last breath
As we find ourselves across the Bridge of Time?

Do you know me as you watch me die?
What tomorrow that never shall rise for us
Dawns on what dreams were left behind—
Unknown by all who slept in different minds?

You had the same dreams as I
In the labyrinth when I was nothing.
To nothingness again where I find you
Who I have known in the unwritten pages.

You fade again in years to come,
Until the tears of our souls
Fall where a sky is young
And your yesterday is my tomorrow.

© 2022 Marten Hoyle