Windblown Poem by Christian Thomas Scott

Our time upon this fleeting earth shall fade,
And fading shall our lives be naught but dust,
For all our deeds and dreams shall be unmade,
And turned to fabled tales of wanderlust.
Just as those traveled frames didst ever bear,
Their weight upon the long and blessed road,
And so their dreams renewed our hearts ensnare,
And bind us in unbinding freedom's glow.
But when our heavy souls have grown in wealth,
And burdened with their freedom seek to fade,
Our songs and glories bright shall end in death,
And all the world shall sing the songs we sang.
Yet no more death can cause our hope to end,
For at this death new journeys shall begin.