I awoke in the home of a new world
bodies of fractured dust blown on endless winds,
storm clouds gather to wash me away
cleansing the soul of eternity.
Built on memories through time
yesterday speaks with a thousand tongues,
who we are
what we’ve become
just another piece in the spectrum of it all.
We climb to skies that seek us out
higher in thoughts we float on calm,
dappled skies in black and white
photographs and still life trapped on film,
turn page after page as day is through.
Where we’ve been we sometimes see
in the mind of dreams we chance to know
the truth of lives through a million years
caught in a raindrop falling down
reflecting our here and now
it’s just a small piece
of the whole.