The
verdure of opportunity is
a
merger of free will and purpose;
one
of beatific dreams fluttering
before
the veil.
Yet
the ambrosia of change
leaves
and alkaline after-taste—
one
of woe endured
and
love pursued.
Betwixt
the two lies tomorrow;
ever
succulent with promise—
the
precipice of possibility.
Tread steadily into
the horizon
—neither fearful nor
tepid—
for Polaris smiles
upon the pilgrim soul
that fords the
tumult unerringly.
