Cycles

I don’t believe in reincarnation

But if anything is a vote in its favor

It is the feeling that when I met you

We had know each other before

A love so instant and deep 

Had to have echoes from past lives

A cycle infinite, going back 

To the Dawn of time.

If there’s any consolation

Of the certainty of death

It is the small chance of this truth

Being real, and knowing

That in some future life we 

Will be able to find each other, 

Our souls seeking across the firmament

Each step grinding the earth 

Creating the geography of the land

And meeting, able to fall in love

One more time, again and again