Eternity

There does not come a time,
For that time is ever here.

Unnoticed, it stalks in plain sight.
A candle in the sun.
The faintest of light.
A shadow trailing darkness
In the blackest of night.

An impossible future floats,
Seducing the wandering eye;
Tempting our credulity.
A mirage in the empty sky.

Once you stop to glean, 
Not what would be or what has been,
You will find that time and comprehend.
You will grip that moment and finally see

The trappings of eternity.

Bound

My bonds are broken.
My spirit flies,
Through love and loss,
Beneath the skies.

My ropes are cut.
My blood runs free,
Through rivers and veins,
To colour the sea.

With newfound freedom,
My body soars
Through clouds above
To distant shores.

Though bonds are broken
My mind does question;
Is this reality,
Or merely suggestion?

Maloja

Nestled amidst the mountains cold
beneath an ageless sky, 
where rolling hills meet ancient woods, 
where darkness goes swiftly by.

There you'll find an eternal spring, 
the well which won't run dry,
fed by waters pure and true, 
where sunlight lifts the morning dew.

In these sacred lands of old
our spirit finds the way,
to lift our gaze to the mountain top. 
To see this place anew.