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
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