I have found my self upon this path once again. It is eerie that I lost myself to begin with, but we will not speak of oblivion or numbing through times that we have sought to be such as painful. When I did regain such feeling it was if you had never left, standing by my side all along. How could anyone know these trails? How could they begin to ponder the lengths at which I have gone unless they have some how walked the same path? Its remarkable how I see the golden dawn rise in the glare of your eyes. Every new day brings the sight of such greater things and hopes of ways to go. This is how I see you when you shine upon me, so the light of day nourishes the world. You wouldn't know the desolation that I have witnessed. Stone and sand have scattered the land removing all hopes of life. Harsher gods have burnt this ground, leaving me in exile from the so called paradise that had deluded me. Visions of beauty wording reason, behind some false face, to put to mind something in as far as I might like to see or hear. It is funny how the flesh can consume our minds with shallow contentedness, fogging out our dreams and aspirations. The mirage kept me, and the oasis fed me glistening burning sands to quench my thirst. And when there was nothing more to carry on for I lay down. The ashes that were had been fond of the new dawn, raising my soul like the phoenix through the fire. The passion of my soul has come forth to flap its wings in the sky, and to overshadow those who fear to feel the wrath of joy!
