Circle of Cycles

In endless cycles my spirit roam
waiting to be born again
living tales of unknown
writing a diary
on faded letters

reincarnation's dance weaves
a wreath of circles
threading in sands
already travelled on
each step a walk on known
path to be rediscovered

each cycle a soulmate sought
and most time just missed
by a whispered breath
and then to be born again

Yet I carry on travelling the tunnel
of birth and death and live again
to live suffer and to peace
there's always rest in limbo

birth and rebirth will come surely
from a child of the snow to endless sunshine
to tropical island to a mountain paradise
maybe next, I'll be born
in Shangri-la.