As the night draws in the moonlight is in my sight glistening holding me tight pulling me in.
The stars they too are at play my mind wanders thoughts astray, as I prepare to pray.
As my steps stumble and bumble and fumble I fall and grumble as the soil of muddies my shin.
My knees on brazened rock a top a cliff, taking stock of life its mysteries and its myths.
A howl and the echo of time whispering on the wind, reflecting in the light of rivers of rain.
I begin to see how to open my mind and see simple signs that all can find of the benevolent.
Is life not too fanciful and beautiful and irrefutably complex that we could see the prospect of more?
And so, I did rise up in knowing. So, I did rise with the new dawn in agony torn by the body of life.
I am sorry my Lord I am sorry oh those that have given me wisdom and I have been blind.
I belong on earth for now for gods work. And to enjoy the essence of life and face the strife.
With a laugh and a grin and wariness with reservations within never to give up on a whim.
My jaw is locked around the pen this ink is my tongue and the message is I am still breathing with my set of lungs.
As if I finally realised Life had begun.