Friday, May 23, 2008

Contemplating Enigma - Part IV

A green sky was the backdrop to a darkened landscape. The old man bent ever closer towards my face. His features were rounded, his head like a globe. Tiny discs of milky azure were his eyes: the corridors to infinity.

"There are no ancient scripts," he whispered to me with a strong sense of urgency.

Then, the return to silence, save for the fire crackling in the background, feeding itself strong throughout the night.

No comments: