I will be honest, I have no idea what younger me was thinking when she wrote this. Not a clue. So I am going to rebrand it as a reincarnation poem, since it is an idea I have considered fondly in the past. Enjoy. -CW
The story of our lives, and how we lived them well.
Birth wasn't our beginning; we began during dreams, experienced
The sunshine unlike those who traversed reality.
We recorded our lives, illustrated the pages of the
Story with images from the past; future hopes and what
We wished those for whom we care.
One day, we ventured out to that distant stretch of
Powdered sand, where the horizon kept our dreams. The
Warmth welcomed us to lie, watch the stars, and
Be satisfied by what we found there.
In love we fell, and stayed where we were wanted.
The greatest feeling, we thought, was being one with
Each other and knowing we were never alone.
We relished in the quiet life, and loved the closest as
They came and went. We ate, we drank, we slept, we lived.
Life was good.
When He came Death was swift, merciful. We lay in
His arms and slept peacefully from then on, no longer
Remembering those left behind, but knowing that silent promise.
We shall return.
And we did. And we started again, dreaming, marking
The pages, travelling, living, loving….
And the Cycle will continue.
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