Wisdom of Time

With a clear mind and sound consciousness, 
sitting still on it's surface...yet, rabidly rippling waters by a playful soul
Crashing ever so delicately on A Serene coast
Smitten by an elusive darkness, that has charmingly beguiled the senses
Surrounded by a Summer's bloom, bloodied by colors of
Yellow, Red, White and Purple
Like pearls vastly scattered within the valley
Searching a thankless hunt
A breeze, ever so softly...occasionally flows past...cooling the path
With a prevailing and distinct freshness

Memories strike
Like a random touch
From A LostSoul 

A calm and lonely beauty lurks unprovoked
In this pitch black darkness...
Lurking with a tremble
Slouching with false bravado
...

Youth fears
...but it's 
Age that grows weary with bitterness

A familiar loneliness overtakes finicky moods
...it's at this point
Overlooking its edge
Peering into the mouth of an abyss
Profoundly finding the faith
That fates This path
With an innocence of giving more then taking
...
This is the point
In which
A full surrender...yields a blessed return