One idea that needs no defense. It requires nothing from me but gives me everything. It is meek yet irresistible, honorific and humble, both tempered and flexible in winter’s challenging breeze. I did not let it become but it became me. There is no argument but love, from which all must retreat absent adequate pulse. This dream is the dance within her the song at the top of his lungs and the word within a child’s pen. There is only time enough to see its realization in glimpses captured and locked within regret’s passing. To have truly been, never fading from the filling breath of Life.

It is courage, conscience and understanding in identity’s prize. The roots of the willing language of heart, dawn and intangible reason. Today passes and still it needs nothing. Outside within, lost and found, dawn and dark, it is all things, in all things, with them in clarity, purpose and design. Needs no reminder to recall no temporary shirt though there are those who will flirt or skirt the edge of acclaim, none arrive in struggle. This is not purchase but bought with the deepest change, the priceless gift of nexus. Unique as the snow at dawn’s early wind. Precious.

Do not seek conquest or sanctuary for it is the capturing fire of intention. The cause for which each man aspires, inspires and transpires. Fires of Heart and pulsing madness of anger’s rage, captured in the fragile expanse of hope. We are God’s Dream, made real to inflame history with pen and ink of our passing that others might find reason, purpose and opportunity. This song, this making, this tinkering joy may bring glory in short measure to given name but its spark is meant for greater grasp as tongue eternal ember.