Time, Passage And The Threads Remain Poem by Vision Ghost

Congregation of past thoughts, of memories visions
Make sense empathically, of the mystery of decisions
That I should continue on, but remain with in mind
Of distant events, still not corroded in timeless kind

Of so many places and so many faces, adorn to me
In vehicle of conjured focus, to set this emotion free
Voices I can still hear, as though their in proximity
So many ways they went, and yet caught in destiny

Are they breathing, living, at the same pace as me?
That I reminisce on the obligation, of such mystery
Dwell so lightly in fantasy, of what might have been
As of the ghosts of far gone days, that only I’ve seen

But always asking the questions, of where they are?
Stayed local to this, or travelled to other lands afar?
Sought love and shelter, in so many different ways
But united in the old times, of those numerous days

When we didn’t care, and everything was confusing
Growing up in the varying methods, yet so enthusing
Can it be that one day, we might actually meet again?
And laugh of the times we cried, in both love and pain

Or shall we carry on in the void, of the ever unknowing?
Forever bound to this herald, of prerogatives owing
To ourselves to know that, we made it out somehow
From those crazy days, that I can’t even fathom now

Of why I said what I said, and did what I did back then
Maybe just as well, to keep those times forever hidden
And stored for casual reflection, when the time so come
I can the hear the music, of the instrument of time strum

To play out the continual chords, and seek the next note
And base characteristics, from those times to now vote
On how I so act and how I speak, how I think and Love
Come the day of my end, a soul winging upon the dove