Yes, I will go alone, but there is the wind to keep me company. And the rain. Clothes clenched tightly, to welcome the storm. In the loudest screams, deaf silence. A moment to last a lifetime, worthy of song. The road starts at my doorstep, the vast expanse, the great journey. The hearth, too, is given for a reason. Wisdom, in the changing of the seasons.
Bearer of a handsome life. Revenge is delivered once, only to be found meaningless. So I know the high lord must think. As He acts, as my being is set straight, at the clearing of the mind, sweet ice, glistening, skin of frozen streams, and the coming spring, I rise to meet Him. Encantado.
Yesterday is dead. For good reason. A birth in the family – the promise of today. Childish curiosity. An impasse, a sharp return. Unexpected shift. Spring rites, come celebrate – our breath is short, will not breathe long, so make love, forget.
Do you remember? Coward, inescapable love. Cannot hide by standing still, I see you.