Fate that's placed can often fade as not all future states of intent are set. The red direction changes status with which short term paths to step ahead, when we seek highs but lows commence.
A complex collective mix and match of varied voices within each pack. Try to listen softly as your intuition leads, as ego driven voids a balanced clarity. Are we lost in the broth life serves us, between the choice of salt or sweet.
Drawn towards distant points imagined through our lost and found realities. Find space in time to recuperate, when you let the mind wander and lust, remembering we're here to master masts.
The weary daylight Wants to retire In the cradle of twilight The limbs of rays Can walk no further It’s been a hectic day Night shall drape it With a soft embrace For it to recuperate To regain energy For another arduous day Daylight in slumber Night takes over To make it a grand finale Silver light heals
Let your heart drown in tears To cleanse away the wound From it shall spring eternal fountain Of inspirations, to open your heart To Love, Hope, and inspiration Muses will come to drink from it And poetry shall flow through you Every particle of you enamored By the sweet water, flows eternally Replenish the soul and turn the tide To delve deeper in to self-belief And, embrace knowledge to fight a stormy world Poetry is the panacea for a recuperating soul For there is the eternal fountain to drink from*