The Pilgrim

His endless journey had begun
Under the reign of midnight suns.
The pilgrim set off seeking truth,
And an adventure thus ensued.

He left behind his home of light,
Forgotten were confusion, fright;
He ventured into the unknown,
Wanting to reach the ebony’s core.

Where everything that is began—
He sought to reach that mythic realm,
The centre of the universe,
His place of birth, his origins.

He passed by new-born, burning stars
And velvet black holes—growing scars,
He saw the passing meteorites
And constellations—so divine.

He felt the present and the past,
He touched the canvas of stardust,
He felt the heat: the burning suns,
The icy cold—he came undone.

He saw it all and understood
What no mere mortal ever would;
The destination of his dreams
Was, in the end, at once revealed.

He travelled to the end of all,
To the beginning, to the core,
The pilgrim who had sought the truth,
Who now eternity understood.

– Patricia