Flickerings

Traces of silver...
and this mist that envelopes me
clinging to my body and heart
lieing here where now touches eternity
reaching for that which is everlasting
and perfect
we all know the feeling
we all grasp for truth
somehow somewhere
life was perfect,
the golden age a reflection of
this
heart's reality
for eternity has been set within us all
that longing for something more
something that chance
and evolution can never explain
this road we travel
in the winter's dusk
is shimmering with faint colours
mingling with shadows and
faintly scratched outlines
of what is to come
walk with me
we need eachother
just as we need the hope
professed to us
before the beginning
began

-Jemma Morrison
May 2009