The winds whisper and the time has come once again. Two years and two summers apart, how the soul changes with the falling leaves and spiritual desires. How much have we grown in our days in the world, and how much have we truly given up when people come and go?

I searched myself for answers and traces of things come to pass, and realized all the ways I had fallen into the life given me. It was something new, a treasure I never had. Beyond my present, I remembered a lingering past. It glowed in the recesses of a mind left untouched. Brimming, pulsing, and flowing like the rays of a dying sun, my heart began to beat in a song long forgotten.

I remember the golden days, trapped in memory, relinquished by time. It became easier to leave these sacred places locked and unmarked. Forever had now gone by and a new life was born. How do you live in the reverie of dream and life, when all you ever wanted became the parts of you that perished in the sun…

In the stab of morning, the mist fades as a dream recedes back into the sacred place. A soul well-travelled across dimensions and lands returns by the soft light of day, wondering where other worlds depart when body and spirit are one. O the secrets of a restless mind, the undulating desires of a severed heart. This tumultuous existence between life and dream, these inviolable yearnings of half my heart.