1. Like the Wicca of Old,

I have Travelled over Eons of Time and

Remembered the lives I have lived

And the ones yet to come.

Lives as Humans or Humanoids,

And some even stranger still.

So strange indeed, that I do not want to

Remember them, at will.

2. In ancient times of the little people I was,

And as Gnat I sat and listen to Odin and Freja spat.

Survived the deluge of floods and Ice-Age.

From the terror of Witch-hunt and prosecution I fled.

From that Era, I owe Brother Jonathan a debt.

Even today, as a Psychologist the monkish air

Around him still appear.

3. Through many lives both men and women I have been.

On Gardia, Nola I was. In another place as a women

With small children, I saw my world destroyed.

In the far Future, I am the Traveler, who walks strange

Galaxies, and remind my kin of a Past forgotten.

4. Like Haid, cold-sleep I have endured.

But, on Vtaar only happiness remembered

With a man that I have loved

Throughout endless Times and many lives.

Always, somehow he is near. Except,

Unaware is he of who and what we are. But,

So are most of the ones who walks the physical sphere

5. Twined with an invisible Realm is each life

On the plain where the physical reign.

Each notion gives rise to each other's motion.

Such too, it is with the Future and the Past.

A question must be asked; why can Mankind

Not remember much more beyond a two-century score?

6. Once more, we stand at disasters Door,

With a Past Forgotten - a lesson Unlearned.

Will we, foolishly again Surtur's Fire unfurl.

Bound to re-appear is un-remembered err. But, this time

None may survive. And the Earth herself could die.

7. Here at the Present my tale must end.

In my travels through Time and many Realms.

Learned I have; the only thing worth a treasure

Of gold, is LOVE.

And that I leave for Thomas, whereever

And whenever is he: