Walk, trudge
From stars long dead
To distant worlds
Beneath Raven's head
Wander, lumber
beneath cerussite peaks
Unknowingly losing
The one thing to seek
And there long after
Encased below
To swell once more
With receding snow

I sit here at the end of time
No, perhaps even after

A red sun rises
As well as sets
On a world stiff with age

None have been seen
That were sent out
In distant eons past

And it is likely
They share not return
To this long doomed place

Indeed they shall not
For the void calls them
Dark and cool

That they might think in silence
Uninterrupted
By the waking young
Or dying old

Alas, all light will perish
Soon and ever more

Then all will know but slumber
As the gods they did before

Those above
The myriad below
In timeless fog
Does judgment grow
Though unsuspected
And all unseen
One might know
From what they glean
In words, in stories
Great ages old
From where we've come
Not what we're told
Though in time we might
See a vast clear sky
And what for eons
In the fog has lied
Then will we
Know naught but fear
The coming watch
Of Olon-Vir

A gentle streaming waterfall
Flows to that silvery pool
Nestled down and away
From most curious eyes
Save for mine is course

In the dull evening hours
I would sit on the walkway
Narrow and overgrown
That led down into that basin
Where the water collected
And flowed to some underground spring

There would I see him
Sitting on the water's edge
A seemingly week build man
In a set of well worn robes
That bore no symbol
Or design I could recognize

I felt after many visits
That he knew of my presence
As if his awareness reverberated
Up from the water And bounced
Off the close rock walls to locate me
Without his need to look

Yet I never spoke to him
Or descended further
Down those precariously worn steps
To that silvery pool below
For I knew ever so vaguely

That the one I had seen there
At the edge of those waters
I should not ever meet

I want to be
What I don't yet know
And I know that I
Have a ways to go
On many paths
Both high and low

Yet I am eager to depart

Our destination
Remains unknown
But in my heart
This feelings grown
So long as I'm yours
And you're my own

I know we'll make it there

To the base of heaven's stairs

The road goes ever northward
I pray the path stays clear
My enemies stand united
With my worries and my fear
The road I know does narrow
Through wood and snowy field
Despite I will not falter
And never will I yield
For there is one that is
Who was and who descends
And I know that they
Will stand there at the end

To welcome me back home

Drip, drop
Moss on the rocks
Overcast sky
The canopy blocks
Fall, flow
Down the great stream
Carrying all
To where we do dream
Dream, sleep
In waters still
That in your mind
You find your fill