#his reason

“My Promised Reasons, A Black Star showers in scour through dusky skies; The dawning of a Rising Sun blazing passionately in unmatched ferocity, dazzling protectively over the dearest Moon coveted inlights who sings seas to slumbering tides, a lover unbridled. You’ve Eclipsed my dreamy nebula in a conquest surrounded in a tour of stars, You’re undoubtfully out there... And, I’m ecstatic! In my highlighted chases, It’s I, who’ll be the one that finds you; in my, hello.” - Past the Horizon. @aylamoenwyb

I o’ yearn have learned That these tales, telling’s, they define. Startlingly ye may not believe, I coveted nothin Rags what b’ me, nay riches. Put often to the sheds with gun to my head. Then...I was saved My life raft, my founder, my Cap’n! The bloke was there for me, didn’t matter how stubborn, grass naive I was He broke me... Broke my-shackles Told me, I was limiting myself I was squandering those capabilities ‘I needed to pop the cork!’ - He said, Find that message to myself, from the future, the person I wanted to b’ So I stood on those decks, then I climbed the mast to the crow’s nest I saw those condor’s, I saw it... ...Freedom... From the skies to waves the oyster of life they inspired me, my role-models. I wanted to be them. I wanted to venture and go everywhere they were. I wanted to be my head in the clouds and be the Sun’s radiance. I wanted to steal it. Steal it all, every single bit of it. When the time came to be my own man I faltered to love in the madness of it. The current ripped me asunder, What was a heart like the rest, was blackened, coal... My grip tugged, loosened, and I lost the dove. I was never the same again. I would say Hundreds---thousands, a times over again. ‘Who am I?’ I questioned, was my hand’s too small? Was my palms inadequate? I laced myself in my own scars Searing myself, tearing myself Then it all went fuzzy, I went black, I saw nothing Drowned t’ sorrow Just like my crew, my Cap’n under those vast blues... Now I return from shallows From familiar symphony Now I see clarity... Seventeen Summers later I don’t need to be that future me, I need to be... The Day Preserve, balance, treasure The material in me to become, But a gauntlet t’ hold the world T hold’...Them.

Want to be his peace