Eternity
by Fox Lee (http://foxlee.arts-eclectic.com)

I have ceased to be one with this traveller.
She is no more than what holds me back.
She is the clouds that draw ever nearer in my darkening sky.
She is the the last white feather of innocence as it falls at my feet.
And I watch her stumble;
I watch the loom of life struggle under the weight of this tapestry of emotions
Oh, that they were so -
Tangible things that we could touch,
Hold,
Keep and Contain,
Control.
She knows it now -
The darkness which stalks her as she walks these threads is light itself.
And she realises - too late -
That the secret of eternity has already been surrendered to her
By the slowly gathering clouds.