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.
No comments:
Post a Comment