Oh what warm, welcomed breath in the light, oh light. Steps and mind clear, battle hardened and ready, yet compassionate to those fallen, giving them honor, succor and hope of prolonged existence. Greens without taupe or grey, all bright formative and fixated in the brilliance and back drop. These wings touch the sky as if hand to married hand.

No worry, wander or fear in the labyrinthine dark. No more slippery footfalls and wet hands grasping the moss and stone. Look beyond the hills and stars to miracle and wonder. Hope plainly now reveals the hope of storm’s side and mountain’s flushing. Prelit the dawn of men of cheer marching to the cadence of Trump and sounding reign.

Free the hearts of men once slain by terror and fearful plunder into cavernous pitch. Falling forever it seems into the well of everlasting mire, awaiting sadness my only friend. Now the hues and spectrum harmonize calling us to miraculous splendor as the glorious and the unknown appear to each beyond the lens of myopic expectation.

Crimson born and snow blinded in sheer joyous madness of emergence upon horizon. We wrought delight at the fading nightfall, never to be remember or forgotten, simply erased from memory as the beams and presence of God Almighty light the star absent sky with dreams and possibility. We walked away from all fear-found memory.