From Whence You Came?

Fall to bits, disintegrate,
Burn up and evaporate,
Breathe your last, then fade away,
Whisper your secrets unto your grave!

An epitaph, a final word,
Carved into stone forevermore,
A final reminder, hard and cold,
Undeciphered, enigmatic code.

Who were you? From whence you came?
Where lies the source that spake your name?
Did not the norse wind be your host?
Perhaps the answer lies with your ghost?

I know you're here, but don't know where,
I feel your breath in cold night air,
I turn around but nothing's there,
And yet, still, I feel your fear.

Your spirit flickers like a candle,
An orb of light that casts no shadow,
A presence felt but never seen,
Absorbed in saturated dream.

Sweat for me, I sweat for you.
Dream of me, I dream of you.
Wake with me, show me your truth,
In the sleepy mist of morning dew.

An ancient tome may hold a clue,
A saddened face, in picture took,
In Kodachrome, a timeless view,
It rings a bell but is it you?

Time is but a distant view,
Pondered in a wise man's muse,
I can think, therefore I am,
But still I know not from whence you came!