Generational Memory

Miles of lives separate us.
Time measured in longing
Over an ocean of sand.
My infinite companion,
Lost in the ebb and flow
Of the natural cycle.
My curse is to remember our pasts.
My blessing to remember at all.
We met when the trees were young;
Mere saplings scattered upon dark earth.
And we lived a freedom unseen again.
Lives end.
Our spark,
Our energy,
The lessons etched upon us,
Inhabit a space outside of time
And we breathe again.
But I remember.
I live and wander
With a severed strand
That trails ahead of me;
Always searching.
There will come a moment
When we are tied together
Once again.
We will live life
Knotted by fate’s secret hand.
We will die,
We will live,
And I
Will remember.