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