Echoes rebound in shattered silence
over the oases of my mind.

The shadows of lost memories wilt
in the mundane rays of merciless melting sun.

My inner maps are useless now
on this journey
down the dusty trails of forgetfulness
towards possible
havens of remembrance.

Where is the comfort,
the tenderness,
of honorable friendship
and trust
to the traveler,
the guest,
on the pathways of questing 
questions.

It is only the bell like tones
from pealing paragons of understanding
that will lead you to the sanctum
of your heart.

They sing out and ring out
their ebullient lilting notes
to the weary 
life warrior over wasted landscapes,
pouring out the streaming waters
to fill the basin of fulfilled dreams
at your
final asylum
of knowledge.

Yours to discover;
yours to explore the comprehension
feeding your needs
with the healing sounds
of hope that live within you.

Sing your song
for the future 
on this eternal pathway to truth.