A misty curtain hides what will be, but
my now is part of that then.
Though unseen but for glimpses and hope, I muddle through
on the darker side, the dying side, pushing even closer to light and color that calls.
As if in a sleep, I guard my steps,
and on; and
there is somehow a knowing that beyond the curtain where true truth lives,
I will finally and fully be awake.