Labyrinth of memory

@uootem

meandering through the labyrinth of memory
              that has survived in anamnesis and vivacity
ubiquitously searching for a forfeited time
              among the ancient ruins of a contemporaneous past
where each echo points in another direction
              and begins a new eminent beginning
                              yet never finding the finishing sought
just another far off distant horizon...
              where sunrise through the mist brings enlightenment
and once again it all seems so surprising and true
              as I find what seems like I've always known.

you go there... but are you gone forever?
              do you even understand why it calls to you?
I go there... but will I find my way back?
              do I even understand why it calls to me?
if we stay here... nothing cherished returns
              can we survive without such things?
if we go there together, everything changes here
can we survive without such things?

the sun gives rise to hope anew
              a bright new world of warmth
the moon controls the ocean depths
              stirring the heart like evening tides
but neither really knows...
              if there reason in their journey
despite the motion upon the seas
              the moon keeps waning and waxing in search
despite the change of seasons and time
              the sun is steady on its path from rise to set.

and if I keep returning there
            will it breach this coldness that overpowers?
and if you keep returning there
            will you perceive what is missing?
but the moon this night is clouded over
            and the sun this day is faint in the mist
do we dare contemplate if the stars know secrets
            and expose the answer to all our questions
                              that must await in heaven's ancient constellations?
and are the antediluvian rituals
            and the breath whispered vows
enough for us to follow into eternity
            along the thread of all time souls?

I place my conviction in hoping
            that we find the way back to the moment
before temples were only monuments of stone
            and before seas became oceans of arid sand
to that moment before a turn became a yearning
            and the fire found its shadows that haunt.
as the searching relinquishes that once lost in time
              among the ancient ruins of a contemporaneous future
where each echo points in a single unified direction
              and begins a new beginning
                              that leads to the finishing sought.