Final

The final time has come,
we will become one.
A triumph of victories,
battles fought end to end,
visions sought to and Fro.
Will they stop, no one knows.
I see her standing
I feel like landing
source of oneness
come to me.
Be my reliever
Be my healer.
I Will become one,
one is an unaccountable
number Numbers are
meant to change.
Things like something, one
are not.
She stands there,
lonely at first,
then a steadfast beat,
a solemn beat then,
pure silence. She leaves
me. She will return
when I join her.
Visions of happiness and
lovem visions of her my
love.