Reincarneated Memories (Mar 10th,2003) Poem by Nicholas McDonough

The great wind utters prophecies
like a blossom among the leaves
Whether you look or whether you listen
you hear life murmur, or see it glisten
An instinct within us that reaches and towers
Truth storm brings back mem'ries, sometimes ice and flowers
Unique to each of us, are these
reincarnated memories

The great wind utters prophecies
talking like branches do in trees
Hearing life murmur, seeing it glisten
I see if I look, hear if I listen
Saw void's demise with a perdition perception
but at the same time, it's eternal inception
Reincarnated memories,
unique to each of us are these

Combined in one lifetime, are these
and they remain my memories
Came to me like an endless woken dream
nolonger asleep, nor still silent scream
Each memory being as unique as the last
Awoke yesterday's tomorrow and future's past
Unique to each of us are these
and they are still our memories

Like talking branches, a blossom among the leaves
the wind whispers all our secrets and prophecies
You feel it as it flows, think as a hazy dream
Echo's of the past, kindred souls, the perfect team
Each memory being as unique as the last
awoke yesterdays tomorrow and future's past
Saw void's demise through my perdition perception
but at the same time, it's eternal inception
Storm of truth brings memories, explaining the drive
an instinct within us that stone will to survive.