Sip from the cup that made the cinder dance upon the skyline of tomorrows unending touch,
for within the glory of what can be is the desperation of what we need,
searching for that impossible something we cannot have or see,
yet always yearning for its completeness even when we don’t understand what it is,
tomorrow and today hold no stay over who we are when they yet to exist in yesterday,
give into the journey,
accept the providence of fate,
make comfort your friend,
and hold on before it is all too late…
