Waves

Not long for a life
Never intended to live
Like cultists
We await
Our reincarnate
Transformation
Into ethereal embodiment
Of collective destiny

Distant sirens
The weeping wolves
Howling willows
Like chords intertwined
And dependent
On the other

Invisible connections
These diamond cables
On a twelve string guitar
Hammering out
A delicate symphony
Once conducted
In far away
Constellations

The last song
Remaining
Is the final falling tree
With nobody around
To witness