THE GODS by Igor Goldkind
I can feel them in the trees!
The Gods, that is;
The ones who prepare us for the Passage Out of Time.
We are Osiris, you and I,
Scattered fragments of Life’s desire;
Long ago recovered from the deserts shifting sands,
One hour glass at a time.
We are nothing but our longing, my friend.
We are merely the sum,
The cost of our own yearning
To be tethered to the Whole.
Meanwhile, Isis reassembles her lover,
Carefully locking fragments of memory back into time.
Interlocking the broken puzzle of our lives,
One piece at a time.
What do you think?