Feelings from a past long extinct,
Streamed through his mind endlessly,
Images of times from a distant place.
He could almost grasp the intent,
But the flow was too fleeting,
And the mind too heavy.
The surrounding terrain foreign,
He found himself living
In a place
That only thoughts could find.
A place of faraway clouds,
With the feel of a forgotten smile,
On lips he could no longer see.
His was a world of distant voices
Softly calling his name,
With words that were alien,
Too difficult to decipher.
Whispering
In a language he didn’t understand.
With a lightness of spirit
His body was raised on high.
Released from the weight
Of the overwhelming memories,
He fought no more,
His submission a liberation.
The crowning glory
Was the air that carried him,
Now free.