In the distance the daylight whispered of tomorrow becoming today.  Shimmering with bright green, luminescent yellow and resounding red, Earth’s floor reflected its pathways to greatness, sadness and joy.  Wasn’t it just yesterday that promised this moment, where possibility and reason collide to produce instant’s becoming?  A hopeful thing this belief in perpetually rising suns, freeing from the binding thoughts of an unimpressive present, delivered anew to a refreshed set of variables and possibility.  A left-nostril breath, lungs filled with scents and pollen of dawn cracked wide open, breaking in the shadows of midnight.

Mysteries only appetizing to the few with passion’s figuring.  Deduction, articulation, triggers and evidences left for each to ponder.  This is the time where question and answer become acquainted leaving that pestering moment of completion, found within package deconstruction.  Peering expectantly the contents, agitated, reflexed, persuaded by toppling dominoes when theory applied became reason leading to law.  What then of men absent wonder, with manifest understanding of simplicity’s relief?  Shall they be faced with joy aplenty at the occasion of king’s reminder, treasures found, secrets unearthed, blessings realized?  Or is splendor lost without residence?

Torches called and carried, leaning out just enough for a glimpse into pitch.  With daydreams, piper’s call held in the breast of siren’s lure, we danced a bit too close to fire and felt the tickling fingers of flame’s inspection.  What then?  Is a dream the waking piece of introspection or the sleeping memory of passion’s plan?  For we are left lonely in those moments few, where tonight becomes tomorrow and memories, yesterday.  Onward toward something barely understood yet seemingly impossible a day defined by implication of passions rendered, conquered ideas and realms remaining untouched by consciousness and rhyme.