Poetic Speech

At moments| A view escapes| Glory explores faunas of mythical creatures| Inside believers| We all consume tales| Embracing hopes of dreams| Only vivid through the thoughts we bring| Counting clues till the day we see again| The glance mirrors our own| Exposed only when seen through our esoteric soul| Thinking commences a spark to light a plain| Build a new terrain| With these moments| We conjure sporadic obelisks|

Have you ever held life in your hands and caressed moments with your fingertips?| Like water they escape through the holes within your grasp| Washing away never returning to their rightful place| In your hands you hold a strong and powerful source| Keep them bare| Never cover or ever let go of the most important things as you hold your hands high to look into moments in a new ray of light|