An Ode to the Journey

Thoughts, dreams, lives- weave and flow
To form this great and endless ocean
Many droning years have we wandered
Like pilgrims its worn and trodden shores
Gazing onward, to the crease of oblivion
Shall our eyes meet, the bridge be built?

We yearn for the coming light,
The flaming gow to heed the swelling tides,
That song and poem of dancing tongues alike
Do bow before this glory still

Let us bathe within the waters of time
And sail, nay, swim, the endless waking seas
Voyage the cosmos, to learn the stories of creation
Catching the most distant drops of rain

Thus may we carry on
Foundations set in stone for eternity
Lonely sands to become the bridge
All to pass, none be left behind.