In the time of times
the day of days
we circle together
yet separate in touch
is the universe not cruel
bringing us back and forth
cycle by cycle
knowing of each other
why do the cosmic winds
cover our attempts
I must call your name
prevented from your touch
then in passing glance
we touch, live
but in the back of minds
know that there will be no lasting us
for this is our karma
of which we can not escape
eons have passed
but memory does not fade, mistakes
feel the wind on your back
endless the time apart, now continues
my throat dry with "Good Bye", do not cry
but our love like in ancient times, survives
Feel the wind on your back
know that I am near and yet so far away
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