Back There

What is man that he should make much of his years though they bend him like a heavy snow? - Black Elk As we look back through the prism we have built we take not of what happened before darkness ends the tale forever Catching a glimpse of almost - forgotten years which have passed quickly, waves striking an ever changing shoreline As we gaze through this prism we take note of beginnings We've learned much in the crucible of experience An uneasy time awaits us Letting the vapors of night surround us we find that shadows speak for themselves something within us still dares to ask questions with no answers