15 May Beacons: Of Platforms

Inevitably, this was all forseen. Within some mysterious place, is some faraway spaces, an empty station was discovered. Filled with your essence and being it was, I felt lifted to some higher ground, spirit cleansed, heart purged, and mind calm as my eyes locked, and fixated on yours. But this is when I knew these times were to happen. From empty platforms you stood, and from empty platforms you faded, drifting out of time. Those visions of you liberating this very soul from the captivating ice that had engulfed it so, I had to be almost for certain a time such as these would never arrive. But now, plagued until this very day, the times of grayer skies, and darker nights are now beginning to settle in, a period much sinister those of which are long gone, while this new plague seeks to mark my end, I begin to seek out once again for the brighter lights, a new salvation.

But you, you I have only heard of, I have never seen you, nor do I know that you truly exist, you wander, much like I, waiting to find a true home, a trust resting place, and the love that every living human rightfully desires and deserves, however you have never been seen? Nor have you ever been obtained? Perhaps you have, but slipped right through, like some violent waters, restless, flowing through crevices at the bottom of some turbulent sea. You are the brightest light, the highest light, a Beacon I must find, I Beacon that I will in which perish without. They told me you lie within the strange lands, the same lands that had me cast out, at the peak of the Advent of old. Some of me grows stronger, yet other sides of me, grow weaker, without this lights, without this glow. And now, out I go as the night thickens, and these mornings grow longer, my side of balance is now un-even, however even now I must cope. For empty platforms was where I lost you, and empty platforms will be where I find you.