Again
Ashes to ashes
Dust to dust
Soul after soul
Wild wanderlust
Heat of the desert
Cool of the sea,
Weight of the mountains,
Earth before me.
Endless expanses,
Horizons and sky,
We who must wander,
Never ask why.
Deep beneath oceans,
High above clouds,
Life follows life,
In perfect crowds.
Souls never perish
And never get lost
They don't demand favors
Or count up the cost
My best friend in daylight
My lover in rain
My lover in rain
This life or the next one
We will meet again.
This poem is about:
Me