The Quest continues

[Scorptrio]

Walking the thinest of lines
Between the worlds
Crossing the boundaries
Where mortals lose their way
And angels never pass
A string of lights along the blackness
Fading from never was into never shall be
A brief and elusive vision
Of the way things truly are
Not meant to be grasped at
By those who stumble through material coils
Knowing the goal to be real
Existing surely in some time and space
Moving only to reach the here and now
Of its being
The chill of the void brought home, to heart
By the nearness of the feeling of merging
With the one who makes whole
Intermittent, temporal forms
Flow by in their inscrutable force
A whisper on their winds barely to be known,
Undeniable and fateful to those who do hear its call
Heeding and heedless to all else
Obsessed with the vision
Pouring forth its indefatigable will
To find and join, completed and destroyed
In a single moment of ecstasy,
Seeding eternity
The end of all that was,
The beginning of all which shall be
In a constant state of approach,
Never arriving
The search seems endless
And patience no solace against infinite time