On The Right Trail To Right End

Do I remember when... Better breezes blew Cleaner waters flowed Teasing memory so... For I can hear them in quiet special times… can you? Softly now, in your own silence… hear them… ‘Are we missed?’ ___*___ I am old in age now Quieter times abounding Uncovering foundations formed If I’ll but listen and see, hear, feel, and touch As heart strings are plucked Taste those tunes as fed to my soul of souls Ah, not to be used up after all. Though quiet seems used up to apply itself to finish Testing memory so... anything missed For this finshing at the end coming? To so truly see seeds of destruction sowed long ago Here at fire’s cold lonely ending time For debriefing ashes remaining For cleansing, refreshment, and then refining To prepare new grounds for planting. ___*___ Lessons learned left... Never again so lying in barren Earth, unused. For I can see new seeds need then be planted and sowed I see this, do you? Planting over on top of old Choose we then weeding Which best, to allow to grow new With actions from the past, still forthcoming bold... Under sense of grander purpose perhaps Mapping higher living’s ground All intent in harvesting betterment If in repeated days ahead, repeating as found. ___*___ I feel grander scenes being sent into our collective dreams Getting sended from now our elder times Quiet, inner dreamings, born. Birthed over plans from my and my father’s dim reflections And timings left before that, worn through the ages. As we remember? All racing to final right endings. Right End being the Soul of Human Songs Future singings in gentle abidings Finding us found on better paths to Home. Moment to moments passing And passed through memory’s gates Here we now weave Laying carpets for future furniture Right endings to mankind’s fate Weave us well in Now Times.