Only when silence is broken does one realise it ever there, and so it was for us. The voices swept across our hearts, our very souls and left us in tears. Although there were no figures, no entities to speak of, we sensed them all around. They stroked our schooner’s canvas sails, tickled the ship’s wheel as if they found its non-use amusing. We sailed at their wishes, their choosing and never our own.
The river of stars propelled us along, or the kaleidoscopic universe propelled around us, of which I was uncertain? Yet the distinct feeling of motion existed in that strange, new place and for that we were grateful. To have paused even for a second would’ve broken our dreams, and though we knew them false, that we were amongst our betters now, the risk would’ve shattered our souls.
And so the singing of that celestial host carried us away from humanity, away from ourselves and into somewhere more beautiful.
To Be Continued…