THE FUTURE IS MY MEMORY

Measure not my age in years,

But in the lives that I have lived before.

Measure not my love in tears,

For the future is my epitaph.

Why do people search for miracles,

When life itself is a great wonder?

Look to the stars and to the ocean,

Behold the elements of earthly humour.

I was once an unbeliever, but I am no longer.

I have seen the error of my ways.

The Old Gods have sated my spiritual hunger.

A field of wheat is resurrection,

Rebirth from brown to green, then gold.

The life of all is its reflection,

From birth to youth, to growing old.

Measure not my age in years,

But in the lives that I have seen before.

Measure not my love in tears,

The future is my memory.

© The Chattering Magpie