I am sure the unintended consequence of mixing past and present tense is in the future,hence I shall go on to see
what tomorrow holds for me.
A thought,the brother to each other wraps itself around me tightly.
I tread lightly on the stair leading off and up somewhere, where I will no doubt find the sisters to these thoughts in mind.
Pay no heed,
I lead to a cul de sac,don't follow there's no coming back,I am the stippling of your day,stay where you are or spread your wings and look to what tomorrow brings. the mountains sing your name,the eagles dare play games with time,floating points within the rhyme of life.
Unwrap your hope upon the slopes of gentle rolling hills and still your  dreams until it all seems
all right.
I walk the line between the good and bad time that we all will know in time,shaving whiskers off the hours until the year that comes overpowers me,
falling free, how from these chains I shall be now,
the spit of rain
feeling nothing
but the feel of your face and the touching of skin,
pinned to consequence of intensity and your elegance
unashamedly.