Perhaps It's in the Night

It's in the silent lure of the eyes.
It's in the shadows of the mist.

It's all around us.
It's creeping, first towards, then away.

It knows no boundaries.
It weaves around us, then through us.

It will never be gone,
Even if we were to stop now, there would always be an echo.

We will follow it, no matter where it leads.
It is like our shadows, ever present, clinging to each of us.

We grip it with both of our hands, refusing to let go.
It grips back, hanging on with whatever it can grasp.

We will fight for it.
It will fight for us.

We will not let it go.
It will not let us go.

It is ours. Forever.
We are its. Forever.