Dust again

over oceans
and green hills
I traveled...to you.
Through clocks,
sand compressed
into rocks
and back
into dust again.
come on home
back from the hole
in which you've been.

At the end of the century
or the beginning of the next,
across pages of history and
secret knowledge that vexed
I came for you.
not knowing what you looked like
just a recognizable face,
seemingly passing me by
until you fell
into place.

goodnight sweet prince....