Into the mist, where fairies make their lair, peeping and preening wings. All the things they never told you because it makes you strong. There is no diminishing fear when standing UN-contorted by siren’s song. All day long waiting for a moment then being paralyzing by it.

What do they want probing the darkness for answers or weapons wayside fallen? Where is the sullen prince hoping to shade his view from intensity? What captures light, but the anomalies of God, passages, tunnels, light enhanced bridges of dimension and time.

We harmonize struggling to open pathways to unfettered knowledge. When everything we need has been promised or duly given. This is no up hill dance two steps out of time. These are the laughing seconds to justify the need for an eternity as we show we may honor it.

Trails blocked to protect the not so innocent from harming themselves with brands, potions and seared flesh from when they shan’t recover. Complexities within the simple mind, well springs of passion uncontrollable within the context of man’s stability or restraint.

We were lent our children for time to perfect our own fear and trembling. Alas we were allowed brief example that we may have mercy upon them in memory. But hands may not capture the rainbow, only sight, dream and recall. For colors run deeper than the sand.

Bicycles borrowed, always forgetting just how difficult the level changes. Too bad that we are not our own, even in service to God for all falter, feign and wander. Even in thought I am lain bare. For as with every willing passenger there are times we pray to jump ship at station.

Pry open a can of the West, with reddened rock, things that bite and nights where milky way’s reside. What flesh may resist the call of wild works standing tall against the cries of night and shade? We were remade to stand inside the circle of light of broad branches.

Too swift the current or repetitive reflection upon untimely weakness. Too strong the call to hope and belief upon things we are tempted to never review. Too immense the fortunes of the universe, outstretched hands, wanton and waiting to find that we should never have.