Sliding through mist
I wonder…
What could the sound of thunder
Might bring?
Passing time will unfold
The swaddled drift of a
Limitless expanding thread…
The shape pattern of life and death
Every season arising to awake
Every moment is wrapped
As an infinite journey to be held
Swiftly as a coming wave
Which threads indeed
Will mold the pathway to be?
As each can beat
On a different rhythm
Icicles that flounder
Cold as memories of old
History becoming legend
Legend to Myth
Standing frigid …
Waiting to be seen
Waiting to be learned
Waiting to be alive
No more as memory
But as an unfrozen Myth
To be unleashed