ambition:wfio

Is this the end of all that we have been?
All that we talked and dreamed?
A name unremembered, an idea undone.
Our thoughts made to dissolve by mind’s churn.
A future left to rot under a head, stone.

Is this the end of our little hours?
Our passions were once so high,
Now only to be mocked by calm earth.
Our days were once so pleasantly hectic,
That made the missed summers ever more beautiful.

Is this it? Forever like puzzle pieces,
Pulled apart by chance and put back in their box.
Always close but never together.
But the restless souls never quit.
Ever remold their fate in more creative ways.

The stars conspired, got their way. So be it.

Our summers will be inevitably beautiful again.
Unfailing aspiration will take the call again.
The supreme Grace will answer.
The heart will find all that it yearned. And even then-
There is no end.