When once I thought of beauty
it was the sliver of a sunset
or the first snow on barren branches

but how could I have known?
How could I know the truth?
How could I know
having never
known you?

Eternity
It turns me so gently

In a moment
I felt the crash of waves
breaking on shores of our past.
An ageless zephyr speaking silence,
imparting truths ever clearer than the last.

In a moment
I witnessed a presence of self
that was static and, yet, yielding to the motion.
Feelings flowed and I dared to experience,
wading through a river called emotion.

In a moment
I knew that I knew nothing
of certainty and its incarnations.
Though if in my doubt is fate assured,
let my anxious heart melt into patience.

In a moment
I found only this moment

And it turned me, again
Eternally

There was no grand epiphany,
no resounding overture
when the mystery was undone.

When I finally discovered for myself
the meaning of it all
there was only silence.

And I watched those around me rust,
languishing to be a spectacle
of something so tiresome and garish
as human.