Over the Line

It's the Time I recon,

over the line we're steppin,

to a space in before,

to a time before born.

A season has come,

the return of a sun,

to a space in before,

and a time to know more.
And the reflection is One,

space in time.

Return of a sun,

a collection of Mind.

And the balance is fine

in-between & the line.
An addiction it is,

an obsession of will,

a control of a storm

and an endless hill.

A maddening leap,

to a place unknown,

to the frightening depths

of what we call our 'Own'.
Hold steady your course,

to your golden frontier.

Look deeply to heart,

love to know what you fear.
It's the Time I recon.

Over the line we've been steppin.

And the space in before

is the now to know more.

~ Poetry by Storm ~