The rise of a new dawn

The saying of the red dawn, tell of the beholder where he or she is traveling or has travelled in the past. A red dawn speak of blodshead this night past, be it a worrier. A lover whisper of it a new becoming and of hope yet to be held. Those old of age look at it as a vitness of their deeds and how it will ease their journey into the everlasting night. So it beeth an end where new hope lies ahead to blossom where the old took leave for the new. Now despear must fall and give way to hope, for how else can we continue on our path to fulfilment. But in our lives the sun rise and set in red at many a time. Often as not, we can not see the warning, nor do we see the promise of hope. Hence our becoming dawn rise ever so long after it was set.

Time is a strange concept. The moon rose and fell many a time before I could accept that which could not be. A longer time I took to understand and graspe the delicate balance, for which it meant, between emotion and reason. However, through tunes of music the wale was lifted from my eyes. I see now with the clear sight I left misted on own accord in the fright of being left alone. As the tunes fuelled me head, they whispered the mist away. More than one share one stretch of the path at any given time in the different earas of life. I see now, we are all alone: only not all the time. In me fright to be lone, I set out on a far lonelier road. I was brought in circles, which begun an ended where I strayed the path, until I saw clear skies above. From there my path continues, and my mind is at ease.

Yes, truth be told, love I still bear for what was, but which cannot be, but now no more than a beloved memory. Me heart is mended, and returned to my safe keeping once more. This enlightenment I have long sought. Nonetheless, I sought it elsewhere since I thought of it with lovesick hope and I sought after a harder answer. A greater task I thought of, when all it was is the knowledge to let go and the strength to forgive, not others, but to forgive one self.

Friends and companions may give words of wisdom but if we only see clouds above; our ears are deaf for thus words.