The Quest

 

the future
beckons
as I step
beyond
the seams of time
into
the fabric
of eternity....

 

I feel
the wispy presence
of those entities
hidden in
the great unkown
of all tomorrows.

 

they crowd
around me,
like
the unborn children
of a fertile womb.
they murmur
of the mysteries
reflected
in the pool
of life eternal.

 

I choose
to make the quest...
to search for
the illusive promises
this journey
has bespoken.

 

I am
the seeker.
I come
to savour
all the morsels
at
the midnight feast
and
dance
upon a moonlit path,
until
the stars
sleep
in the cradle
of the great beyond.

 

The fates
reach out ...
they sing
a litany
born of the hope
that swirls
around me
at the break of dawn.

 

full sunlight
blinds me,
but its warmth
brings comfort
to my aching soul,
as I stroll
within the garden
of
the Scared Grove.

 


Liana Brittain
July 1, 2002

 

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