In the back of my mind lies a thought.
A thought of darkness.
A thought of death.
With wild anticipation and lusty dreams is a creation of night.
A creation of light.
How goes the sun and the moon on the tracks of the night.
When once we circled them and with humiliation they now circle us.
To the depths of the mind and the light of the star the sky stretches too far.
The sky opens up to swallow the stars, explode the moons and crawl back to
night.
Having never seen the whole, barely feel the draft upon my skin, I have yet to
find it.
I search every night till the break of day.
Still nothing.
No clues, and yet I know, one day I will come upon daybreak.
Set down upon the stones and feel that draft surround me.
Looking up I shall find that hole in the sky beckoning me to fill its mortal
wounds.
Then I shall ascend to the limits of the universe and begin the second part of
my journey.