what once was old
is new again
restored to it’s original purpose
an endless cycle
of fulfillment and wonder
a life of solitude
can bring about reflection
to the ever fluidity of change
whatever we perceive
shall be stored in memory
as is the will of heaven made
as the sunshines
the day renews itself
we are all part of it
the moon appears
as heaven and earth
are reunited
When all is done, nothing left.
What once was new, is old again.
To stand upon the shore,
the seas subconscious call.
Birds fly past, rekindle thoughts.
Rejoice! for the wind has given breath,
so we may feel the light
to ignite the pinnacles of heaven.
Echoes of Life 