On to Lillibar. Holding thoughts to bare minimum. Constructing avenues through dendrites and axiom via highways of disrepair. Expectant of fires on horizons yet contemplated or seen. Places I’ve never been on ground fresh and sullen. Swollen with possibility and promise. Lies may find no deep seed in ground so pure and passion free. What lilacs and Lilly’s tell of preaching bells and pirouettes. All for the purpose of pure joy and reason.

Where is doubt to be found in answered promise? How lively the step of men once terminal? Where, the destination of those who had nothing? Perhaps, the simple breath of men let loose? Holding high the torches that defeated night and the onslaught of impending dark. We found our way to those valley’s beyond the seeds of nightmare and gravity. Into a smidgen of perception we followed the splintered light through keyholes and cupboards.

Has pain now left us as old, accustomed friend. Leaving us ready for the better things to come. Upon which we placed our hope only to know them before that end is realized. That day, for which we believed shines oh so near out at the limits of my foresight. We are relieved in the air and water that seems somehow healed of poisons and displeasure. Seeing children in love, without fear chasing the endless possibilities of dream.

Dance with me, not for passions pursued but for the sake of giving honor to the well spring of joy and life yet found. Everlasting has always been before us. We have now the eyes to see beyond the torture of boundary and break. To see into what once was void now ocean of understanding, expectation and limitless idea. We have stepped across the threshold to marry God. And those things we shall see and hear will fulfill the promise of Divine.