Postcard 23

We had travelled for so long
Longer than our histories
Could recall, the beginning steps
Rendered into vague ghosts
Swirling in the mists of time past.
We could not tell you why
We journeyed, or why our ancestors had embarked,
Only that they had, that we did,
Our destination expanding ahead
Almost unreachable
Until the day we found it, the
Edge of the Universe, our
Ending of all that came before.
As we stood there looking out
Across the vista of that
Infinite nothingness and
Unknowingness, we felt the
Severing of ourselves from
All we had learned, created, amassed
Fear welled up inside each of us,
Our hearts were overflowing,
We called it love so that we
Could take that next step and
Keep moving forward