all now being answered, all now being found

that soft voice, that soft eclectic voice:
like an open secret, like a disclosed clandestine.
its resonance eats its way through silence,
speaking such words that have never been heard before.
frost lightly covers the branches of a hopeful heart
as echoes and distinct vibrations carry openly
through free space.
eyelids pull back as ivory and sapphire
gaze into the depth, searching for a being
whom can unlock the questions of true curiosity.
verses from the throat of the passing voice
travel along the walls, reverberating and resounding
against what's solid.
bright eyes shine in the obscurity
seeking an answer to every miscalculated inquiry.
in its hands are held photos of certain occasions,
each with its own set of mystery and unlocked passage to truth.
around a single finger is tied a string simply composed of twine,
only a solitary strand of yarn kept
and used to commit to memory,
as to remind the entity of what's important.
blue ostentatious lights wallow in the distance
speckling about the circumference of eyesight.
what form of enlightenment this discovery could behold
is only known to those who have already seen its entirety.
the spirit, the wandering soul,
makes its way to the destination in high hopes
an answer to all wondering will reside.
its eyes are wide open in observation,
upholding what rests before them.
a painting of still life comes into play, taking place of what was.
a cruel depiction of crass death, a crucifixion in fact,
but with an offer of grace, a pure release from atonement...
all now being answered, all now being found.