Caution light. Forward into the dark expanse. Seeking, wet surface searching, fingers, palms, closing my eyes for better focus. Along, shuffling kicking debris before me never lifting foot to avoid a trip into oblivion. We learned of honor in the memories of those who taught us courage is advancing against the knights of evil without curse, fear being used as fuel to stand when the tank’s gone dry. The small whistle of frozen breeze masks the scraping and shambling sound of plastic on sandy stone.

Embers in the back of my mind. Brilliant sparks, orange, white and fire engine red. The calamity led for way too long into the nebulous night. Soothing sweat upon open brow using my nose as launching slope. Eye’s welcoming rest as mind, foot and finger take lead. Dancing to the rhythm of some maddened minister hoping to challenge the fiber of each man tested. With fallow ground I planted hoping that somehow God would grow that which I am incapable. Too good Earth I beckon.

No trash left to talk only walk, stepping out in the dark, believing, beholden to the light. For change we escape the wrestling hold of fright setting its whittled teeth in to our backs of courage. Shaking free. Strength untested rising from a place we’ve only heard about. Into the silence I put my faith, knowing the small quiet voice found in its depth will lead to promise and relief. Putting down the burden of my soul I find my way into the soundless sky, flying in the dreams of forgotten realms, delightful, Truth and rays of sun. Awake tomorrow, steal me from the playing field of today’s hopeless default.

A soft hand, held loosely as to frighten not the innocent places. Purity rides by in regal white, eschewing the folly of dread and yearning. Taupe stars and maddening suns want so much to include our focus in the melee of their reshaping creation. Unlikely imaginings shared softly with those who run from dreams. I felt the pain of paltry pursuit, seeking audience with queens and bishops three. Real is pleasant as first cool breath at dawn. Right is honored here as payment for peace and passion. As long as the coffers and censures are tended.