Again For Truth Sublime, This Time 'Round Poem by Anthony Joseph Erangey

Integral as spokes, blurred by the pace of time,
Forever trying to catch each other futile.
Firmly affixed to wondrous rim, there comes
A knowing, raison d’etre, succumb.
Round this wheel of time we spin,
Again.

We sometimes wonder which who spoke as I?
What faint, twinkly stars of Cosmos, clear were mine?
Then ponder pure, which one was you, and you, and you?
Was our knowledge, far beyond, our current view?
Do we roll and gyrate anew,
For truth?

Does this wheel, tire for an instant, on its cycle done?
So that I, may glimpse you, before the moment’s gone?
Ah yes, I see your thoughts, your words in rhyme.
Sweet sky walking girl, you stepped in my life.
You shared with me our Master’s smile.
Sublime.

All of the time with the taking and making of your love,
What’s this business of living and giving, about my dove?
We are as one, with meaning, as we spin furiously around.
Beyond all measure, all sights, and all sounds,
We once more, have been found.
This time ‘round.