souls,
no longer with a beating heart,
drift in silent patterns now
far apart from memory
at rest in universals dreams they share,
heedless of a when or where,
uncaring of a how or why,
unknowing of the present I

returning to defining space,
given back a mind and face,
what they forget,
and what they know,
is still a shadow in the mind
constellations intertwined
create a tribe invisible,
as searching down the road we go

true foundations are so few
in matters solid, temporal.

when I return,
unknowing what it is I do,
I will find,
along the way,
that I will always
search for you