Scattered across the window
Overlooking the rocky outline
Of the lake shore.
Cast from the memories of thousand years
Together we embrace as the fire
Fills the black sky with our own universe
And the reflection of the time we have endured
And the souls we have emerged as on the other side.
Standing side by side with flow stretching across endless stars and planets
we emerge each awakening flanked by the white and black wolf.
Together we will enter Valhalla and live among the giants
who have guided and taught us ways of the ancients.
Standing at the shoreline
I awake when the sun peaks
over the horizon and the waves
crawl across frozen rock and cover my feet.
I do not know how long I have been here
at this border between the land and the sea.
I have vague recollections of why I am here.
You see, years have passed and the person I am
today does not really resemble the man troubled
and lost, weak and scared.
Holding and embracing the experiences I peer
at each fragment, taste the memory and vow
to move on, to be better than I was, beyond myself
into the space and fields and sky that I exist within
and part of.
So I stand at this border dividing the land and sea.
Who will I become next?
By what standard do I hold my being to and if
I falter will I still cross the border?
I sit on the golden tinged earth
as questions I thought become
answers that I see when in the
distance a figure follows the only
path, the exact border between
the land and the sea and when
he is close his hand
placed upon my head and when
I look up, grandfather.