Who

Who is to know what the future will hold, the future from here to forever?

Who is to say what the fates have in store, the fates that have brought us together?

Who is to judge if it’s right or it’s wrong, the judge who created existence?

Who is to ponder the meaning of lore, its spirit, its magic, its essence?

Who is to venture the wandering path, the path that evolves with the season?

Who is to witness the wonders unfold, the wonders defying all reason?

Who is to catch the songs born in the breeze, whose resonance permeates matter?

Who is to sing and to dream and to dance to rhythms unheard by another?

And who is the witness who waits at the door, whose countenance is oddly familiar?

The patient companion I knew from before, a glimpse of my soul in the mirror.