Night mist swirled around me
Bathed my eyes; touched my cheek
On my lips I could sense the taste
Of a distant primordial sea
My eyes pierced through the mist
And perceived a host of distant lights
Dancing and swaying on an ageless mound
Like a coterie of ancient fireflies
[chorus]
Time is an illusion with a purpose
Only those with open eyes can truly see
All who’ve gone before are never truly gone
But The Gathering is an ancient memory
As I strode the mist parted from my way
To a cairn that was impossibly high
I began the treacherous climb up the jagged stones
And on the mound I found myself in empty time
12/24/2017