A fountain lies unseen below the colors
Welling up from the spirit deep waters flow
Sometimes pouring out in a roaring cascade
Sometimes a mere trickle, a whisper of water upon the tongue

They are always there

Even when the world turns to dust
And we grasp at clouds with cracking hands
And all that can be tasted is ash

Still they are there


The ocean of Heaven washes up just past the mind's eye
Sands of truth lay bathed in starlight
All that is
Humanity's footprints a simple, short path behind us
We haven't even reached the shore yet

Yet here we stand
Gazing out over the stars
We murmur softly to ourselves
"I wonder what it all means?"