Had we but known
as the breath of life slipped away
leaving faded remnants of our former glory,
raw sienna and yellow ochre dying bits
we fell to earth
becoming something other
than what we had always been.
We glided down gently over time
into this lulling wispy dance
etched on water our reflection
we quietly landed unseen,
unheard by all but the universe itself,
we floated forward to destiny.
What were we to become?
we may have thought,
if we gave it any at that point,
spending time wondering at our significance
here and now we held tight
and moved with the grace of time
into new awaking moments.
Turning round curves in life’s stream of circumstance,
sometimes fast like meteors rushing past
and sometimes just laying almost still
watching the clouds above
we ended in a place
gathered together to fade into earth,
we became the next step
as progress and seasons moved past,
our souls reaching to begin again
sheltering the roots anchored deep
in the silt of time we had become a part of,
endless circles of life forever.