Yearning for creation to mask the deepest secrets
Of rusted minds and weathered hearts
Collided with anxious medling solidities

Caution, beware of dog
As you creep along the guardrail of eternity
Fortune speaks before the dawn of yesterday

Timing tells the story
How you became one of you
That identified the meaning of the word punctuate

Tainted by the beauty of the seas of sorrow
Loved by the smell of protected emblems
Ancient, although somewhat candled by hope and knowledge

Follow the dreams that live tomorrow's day
For no one knows what dust may fall upon your brow
The morning you awake from who you never were.

08/11/2006

Author's Note: It's something deep. Although, you may know where it may go, you also may not. It's something like a direction that leads to a circle of endlessness and wonder. What do I know? What do I see? Imagination, creation and mobility of the minds. The light points to where you want it, you just first need to get control of it, capture it and light the path you walk and you will soon find the way toward many other journies.

Posted on 08/11/2006
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