THE ETERNAL SEARCH
From death to death, thru lives of parting,
In times unbound of light years past;
We come, we go: in search of echoes
And one great yearning, beyond the rest.
For having not, all life is empty
Thus stripped of meaning, its wisdom torn;
All truth becomes a blackened ember
The path we walk, a raging storm.
To ye who looked beyond the future
In search for answers of the past;
Forget not this, tho’ all men scorn and darkness follow,
The infinite’s gift is still the last.
O, fail me not ye winds of evening
That whisper deep within my soul,
Go find for me cruel time’s lost treasure
Return to me, in part, the whole.
AE Austin