Walked away into the darkness of my failures. Nothing resolved but the will to make it right. All along to have relied upon assumption. It all made sense when the silence came to life. So I just ran on and on into the labyrinth. Where I reside safe and calm in lefts and rights. There is no day and no frailty seeking solace. No chains of love or self-reliance to regard. Without reward the poverty stands welcome. The bitter truth that not knowing seldom brings. Reliant hope and the whispers of tomorrow. Of giants met and the tales that no one sings.

Sing on til dawn in the promises of reason. Wrapped in the love and the comfortable retreat. To dance alone is the reason for the card. So oft compelled by philosophies and pride. There is no pain as a man without his purpose. No Victory won as the Love reserved a King. Into the night I forget about those worries. Most often linked to the ebb and flows of tide. Humming along to a tune of purse and promise. In service to all the things within the gift of life. Way too late for me to wonder in life’s problem. This river long but not so deep or wide.

Into frames pass the lilies, halls and orchid. So soft and sweet the lyric and the rhyme. In conscience comes the courage of contentment. To be recalled oh so fondly in time’s passing. Massage effect upon treatments of dimension. The Strings resound in the risks of heaven’s envy. A wind made bright in the dawn’s control of night. Kissed amber cheek as a child approaches innocence. Into the day running filled with such exuberance. A knuckle pinched til the pain produces grimace. Precursor to the joys upon her face.

What then my hope if foolishness regards me. So fondly still I move in wounded plight. To sally on filled in passion and such fury. Resounding hearts so swept up in the strife. To be addressed in validating moments. And held beyond the contempt of outright dismissal. Just garden’s gleam in the ruby and the auburn. Nursing the tear brought to a poet’s heart. She sat in perpetuity no motion, word or song. The breath so deep the night so very long. For my behalf I spoke politely of her abandon. Up til the day had given way to dusk and dawn. So hard to yield the marshal of a warrior. And trust reward of each smile, frown or yawn.