lonesome voices are calling
from the clouds, the wind, the birds
such sad melodies of days, passed,
of time once fresh, now dust and ash-
these songs, lingering upon the folds
of time, echoing through grids of light,
oh, lonely and lonesome me! I wait for
the return of the divine, the blending of
soul and eternity.

I am but a traveler, waiting for my train…
the voices, so far off, are but a memory now..
present eyes, caught in illusion’ shade,
wait for this mind to clear the haze