Onward ... From The Birth Of Time

Then rising up over the crest,
bathed in moonlit radiance,
we trod across the rolling,
frozen, snow covered plain;
guided onward by the eternal
map written in the stars ...
Onward we journeyed toward
some glorious midnight mystery
that had long been foretold in an
ancient, expectant story that was
etched on our yearning hearts
from the birth of time.
David Chiasson