Passage of Voices

I can hear echoes of the skies say; Skies of the heavens, Heavens belonging to the above and above of all After all ; every nemesis to where it belongs, The greater fortunes also, These are the same voices of one voice, A voice that walked, and walked to create, In motion to lend energy, A character that will no-longer be created nor destroyed So great in magnitude, what could resists its creation, The creation that was never new to creation Terms decline and definitions collide, To explain is to lack, for she is gone, Gone in no existence, and gone before existence, To divine a story of resilience; but, She disappeared before it existed, and fade before she appeared, Till then, back then, until now And now again, I still hear you passage, your echoes equals the sound of the many waters Passage of voices.