Towards A Far-Off Certain Goal

Alone in the Alone and yet alone,

Unable to unwind the cords of grief

All music recalled the sadness in her voice

And beauty shook me like a falling leaf.

The hours chained me to a karmic wheel,

Day slipped into night, the seasons flew

And sorrow set its signature and seal

Upon my heart as desolation grew.

Then slowly as the fog lifts over land

Revealing the faint tracery of trees

My sight returned, no more could death demand

From human tears his daily draught to seize.

Through pain and loss a wider being grown

Feels the sure emergence of the soul

Aware that none is truly left alone;

We walk towards a far-off certain goal.