Better than a thousand days of diligent study is one day with a great teacher.

-Japanese Proverb

-Through the dusk of demise-

The sinister haze of regret intimidates to plague your motivation and rigidifies your instant. Within the core an ancient storm that snarls a tone and brings the thunderous flashes.

It’s tough to stride when the dead hands of memory keep your feet bound to a world unmade.
So distant from touch the affection of the golden stare, thus dimmed the taste of lucid scent.

Amid the salt a whispered vow from a nether land; vibrations loud intent to splinter the shade that holds your essence. You breathe.

In tears the wind’s compassion takes interest in your sigh and so gently wraps its veil of secrecy about your mind; vocalizing waves that source a flow to imprint in heart two simple words that mend existence: “Follow me” …and so you do.

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Because he is the reason this was stirred; this ode is for my husband, Ernst-jan.