when we were where we are tomorrow
will yesterdays seem too far away?
the dreams we dreamt in our years to come
will follow us through our journeys;
these journeys
these trails, these paths
that lead us from our thens into our nows

these silences that scream with joyous forevers
these deafening whispers that breeze through the air.

when leaves will laugh at autumn winds
when flames will flicker in the still nights
i will be reborn
and will travel upon the roads of yesterdays and todays.

my destination is not tomorrow
my weariness is not spent
i will be appeased
by the hunger of my soul
the sometimes that come rarely will be now
the blue moon will burn brightly in the shadow of the pond

my yesterdays will come forward
and life will go on.