The Cry

Its a poets cry to hear the whisper of the heart with a new melody, desiring to be bound with complete captivity to its relentless oppression; a danger to the one who reads and understands.

The cry longing to be heard in the depths of one possessing a passion for the rare beauty to transform language into a tasteful treat that will be a delight to all who partake; a timeless kiss that will be felt for generations to come.

This brings hope that all will hear the whispered cry that has passed through eternity, bringing the sweetest melody to a complete and tasteful fulfillment; a choice delight that was given before the world began.

But only in full abandonment can this melody sanctify the soul of the hearer to embrace the narrow road of love and grace fully embraced only by those who have fully abandoned all other whispers of lesser value if to only gain a taste of the cry of eternity.