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Is it true, whatever will be will be?

How did we get this far? How did we, get to be?

When you walk into my life my heart will bow

in reverence to a distant memory.

Your face unfamiliar, will tell no tale.

Before we speak, ethereal music will echo in my mind with delicate retrospects of, I knew you...

when?

It is true what was, will be again.



Our souls, perennial.

Everlasting. Ever knowing.

Our flesh a mere out-pouring of will, to be.

Ephemereal flowers subject to time and space.

I'll see your face, it tells no tale.

But in your eyes; a looking glass through which I step,

I'll find a familiar garden where we once walked in unison.

A forecast of our tomorrows sewn by the seeds in the shadow of yesterday, will flower in a day.



You'll walk back into my life, as naturally as the roses in Spring.

Your scent has remained etched through the corridors of my mind as I await that special day when our music will echo, the song of our yesterdays.

Yes,... what was, is.  And will be again.