Times passes me by.....

           and  I  Time...



 I see leaves grow and trees flourish, the sea changing colors, and clouds changing shapes...
The sun rising, then the moon, and I rise with them, along...  alone...

 At some point though they both set...  one day so will I...
                                                                                                              so  I'm  told   . . .

 Does it all end there for me? Is there something after?  Then again, why should I care...
If I' m gone, I' m gone, feeling, sensing nothing. If not, then a new journey begins!
                                                                                                ... or an old one continues...


 And so I watch things...  having this strange feeling...
                                                                                                           that  I know it All ...

 That Home is not here, but someplace else...  where I shall one day return to...

Where silence is a song...

                   where light is white as a pearl under the sea sun...

                           where all is "as it should" ...

                                   where I belong ...

 And times come...  when a single ray of light, or a drop of moisture, or a faint smell....
           remind me of Home...

                                                           but  also...

  of everything this universe has been thus far, maybe even more...

 And sense that I let it flow through me,  I will not stand its' beauty and purpose...
For I am a mere mortal now, bound by the laws of "here and now"...  Not mine, not me...

And tears fill my eyes... for Home is still inside, filling me up with "memberances"...   Tears 
of ice...  and sometimes tears of fire...  when I remember the Love that was... everything...

 
  So here I stand now, alone, as always. Cast among men, unseen, yet in plain sight...
Howling like a mad old wolf, singing of tales of times that were, of times to be...  alone.
In the cities of Man, trying to remind my kin, of who they are...  Forgotten they have.

  Beings of "light",  beings  with a purpose...

Man has forgotten his/her true nature, the reason of it all...  And words are sometimes not
enough for him/her to remember, to understand...  For it is a lonely task, a matter of Choice.
Till then I stay and cry, and laugh like a mad old wolf, cast among the sheep that once were
my kin...  And, oh so many times, I've wanted to just leave!

   But can I ?   Should  I ?  ...

           .     .      .



  And  time "finds" me living a normal life, part of the "norm"...    Only I'm Not !

And when "time comes" for me, so be it.   Just as far, I've made one person truly smile...

  Then my job here is done