Eternal Life

 

A hymn upon the breeze, of violins

and woodwinds, scented breath escorting me

beneath the conifers. A shadow spins

and calls my name, and soon serenity

envelops me, and black and endless streams

of motion like the waves on wakened seas

are rippling, lapping. Yet the image seems

familiar: faces from eternities

before me, passers-by, their essence spilled

upon my path, and fixed within the earth,

to lie in waiting till the winds are stilled

and all ascend to celebrate their birth:

they touch my soul, they share my destiny,

and I'm a part of them, and they of me.