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 th. . .