The great wind utters prophecies <br /> like a blossom among the leaves <br />Whether you look or whether you listen <br /> you hear life murmur, or see it glisten <br />An instinct within us that reaches and towers <br /> Truth storm brings back mem'ries, sometimes ice and flowers <br />Unique to each of us, are these <br /> reincarnated memories <br /> <br />The great wind utters prophecies <br /> talking like branches do in trees <br />Hearing life murmur, seeing it glisten <br /> I see if I look, hear if I listen <br />Saw void's demise with a perdition perception <br /> but at the same time, it's eternal inception <br />Reincarnated memories, <br /> unique to each of us are these <br /> <br />Combined in one lifetime, are these <br /> and they remain my memories <br />Came to me like an endless woken dream <br /> nolonger asleep, nor still silent scream <br />Each memory being as unique as the last <br /> Awoke yesterday's tomorrow and future's past <br />Unique to each of us are these <br /> and they are still our memories <br /> <br />Like talking branches, a blossom among the leaves <br />the wind whispers all our secrets and prophecies <br />You feel it as it flows, think as a hazy dream <br />Echo's of the past, kindred souls, the perfect team <br />Each memory being as unique as the last <br />awoke yesterdays tomorrow and future's past <br />Saw void's demise through my perdition perception <br />but at the same time, it's eternal inception <br />Storm of truth brings memories, explaining the drive <br />an instinct within us that stone will to survive.<br /><br />Nicholas McDonough<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/reincarneated-memories-mar-10th-2003/
