History lives before my eyes,
places gone, I describe.
People passed before their time,
in Youthful bodies - ancient eyes.

I meet a man
I’ve known before,
He can’t recall,
but feels rapport.

Your fate and mine
is to abide.
The place and time
You decide.

History spirals
down and down,
It's not a circle-
not a line.

Things from long ago
will come again,
though knowledge grows,
Still, men are men.

Empires Rise
and then they burn,
Man grows wise
but does not learn.

-Vithar Herren 1995