Seasons

I watched you over seasons ever long,
saw time take you to where you did belong,
and days draw in to limit, keep, retain;
a song of life sung to its own refrain.

The drum was distant yet you heard the call,
and followed where it led and gave your all,
committed to the path, let angels lead;
left behind what did not fit your creed.

It was as if you followed maps unseen,
determined to make real your inner dreams,
and in the doing left us far behind,
until there was no trace of you to find.

So now we mark the edges of your form,
seek substance in the shadows finely drawn,
and hold to memories of all you were;
gone now, and likely never to return.

 https://imprompt.wordpress.com/2015/06/11/the-yam/