Softly tended hearts given to quiet understanding. Stand remiss at the gargantuan demonstration of collective frailty. Remorseless we build crescendo blocking harmony’s intention. What softly driven breeze told them of transformation? How kindred were the few that return was necessary and escape inevitable. Time to perish in the thoughts unmastered or be elevated to contemplation born of freedom’s pause? These wonders are rare yet never too far outside ethereal conviction. Incapacitated leaning desperately upon the one knee that would maintain balance we struggled hopelessly as the ship’s yaw became inverted. All hell broke loose or at least most of the bad parts of Earth as we headed directly into the path of sundown.

Ignonimous pressure stripped away the fortitude leaving her clutching the broken shards of her diamond dreams. In grievance she found voice clear and crystalline leaving no mooring for obfuscation. With the breeze all candor had risen, sailing eastward to the latitudes of truth. Bound for distance yet measured she found solace in the solidity of her memories and the hope of days yet come. The day arrived and this would cost and count leaving no room for commitment lacked. Footfalls deep in mire left short evidence of her willingness to step from safety of the vessel to challenge footing in the swampy access. No easy passage left her in prayerful consideration of the way ahead. What obstacles so sweet would leave such bad taste upon her palette?

No fondness in past request to be free of the nonchalance of romance remembered. Pain to inquiry’s call we must dance with the doubtful honored days of our love made certain. In quest there are no steps mistaken only forays of question, light footfall upon thin ice to test its buoyancy and deep running gallops toward those things we believe will disappear without mention. What burden reside in the heart encumbered with the weight of two worlds; the temporary and the imagined? Bent backs and shoes squishing beneath the massive weight of worry we bandage buckled knees in hope of making mile’s measured. What a choice akin to free will that we would shoulder the burdens when they may have been voluntarily relinquished. Why choose hate when love as password delivers us to the valley of undefined accounting?

All power abdicated to hand less likely to use them in hunger’s satiation. How satisfying the loss of tongue and tale as kindling for forceful fire of false restoration. We have become that which was meant not the cast off version of splendor’s failure but the remanufactured blessing of the master’s premiere works. Tending fields not our hand planted, traveling roadways lain in angel’s passing looking to dawn for which had no surety in arrival. We found the land of our travail, the whisper of our coming and gave reproach to dominion that would have seen the innocent measured and made captive to the leisured desires of those wicked thinkers mounting assault to moon and castles keep. We found that which was sought, that which could never be purchased, earned or connived, the entrance to lands yet made for which only passage is certain.