Sequel

Is there a sequel to my life?
I ask and search..and rummage in darkness

The voice rings the chords of my breath
Them all, settles down with the dust of the day

Sadness..Happiness
wants and wishes...

The slow moon climbs
To the deserted heights

Perched on top of the dark tree of nite
She calls with unquenched thirst

Time ebbs..slow and steady
The sands of time, combed with the free wind

who wakes the Sun...who calls the nite
Orphans? or wanderers?

You and me..long in silense
As echoes in darkness

That calls and calls
to a time unknown, to a time unseen.