The landscape of a life is topography of many hues
Where runs the rifts that are ditches of the damned
So rises the mountainous heights of emotional highs
A stroll amongst the forests of the mind may turn a lightened plain of all that sings of hope and joyous tones as with forsaken step turns a maze of tombstones in foreboding sense, each a joyless slab of the mistaken steps turned nightmarishly in past assaults. So what to wish in wandering calm for a briefest moment may carry the weight of life’s intent to which direction the passing fates have summoned strength, an earthly voice to guide the willing pawn is to ill afflicted types a beckoning dispersion to ungodly aspects that will with searing screams lament past mistakes.
Cursay the word with much ashen breath in momentous change of lowly ditches to ascended depths of cloudy realms in all that weight of powerful change a mere moment may bless, or in that second of transformative potential upon the course a dreaded curse could equally be gravely set. No hint in health or hellion direction this split second will mercifully reveal to relief the pressure mounted that on burdened shoulders the decision rests, to know destiny the only result of looking in backward glance once the fated mark is permanently made upon the fabric of our lives parchment, never more the chance to crawl back the hour and have an informed repeat.
So to you all I on ragged knee and with bleeding heart do much appeal that you in this time do take a precious pause and give all a lifetimes hope to wait, all in haste will fleetingly be lost to temporal storms upon that darkly blooded reef with all the others poorly chosen to tempt a gamble of unstable hearts. Love not a thing to think of in boastful jest when shattered scars of folks long since cast to despairing pits do crunch beneath each hazardous step, deserts long carried into timeless expanse will be full of golden sands that composed of worn down hope make footing weak for all those not in full belief of the commitment they hath lusted to take.
Though it may bring to you a sultans wealth of faithful emotion to in redemptions grip raise an existence to utopian levels of blissful glory with every savoured inhale of that still airs delight, so too tragedy has waited in skulking shadows around the mazes corner with poison blade and deathly wish to permit their victim an undying pain that none else will see or understand.
That ring in flowered hand, champagnes taste lingering before the question, her eyes a glaze with future stars shining a union into the clear night’s sky… Think my friend and don’t offer in haste a thing that only once may be had and once thwarted never regained.