Prophecy

Molded to perfection by the depths of despair,
the prophecy unfolds, but we are unaware
of our participation in the rebuilding of this civilization.
Destroyed by fire, condemned by the stars,
what are we waiting for?
And then the past revisits, but history does not repeat.
This encounter is different, changed.
We barely know each other after all that has passed.
Awkward and stilted, we converse in seemingly different languages.
How did we manage before?
Then faces and places break through my dreams
and it seems we are joined together again as friends
by visions we don't comprehend.
And as we strive to stay alive
I realize you are not as different as I once thought.
And one day we might even be able to love anew.