our beliefs the existing reality
I wanted to be heard-correction-I needed to be heard
I spoke onto the wind (as we who have passed so often do) to rectify a wrong that I myself had long suffered
One feather shy of a wing to realize the Summerlands
I whispered, spoke, sang, screamed and finally shouted
until my voice resonated in the drum of the well of her ear
Deep in the desperation of prayer,
wide open to acknowledging what others would readily deny
the Scribe became the mark
And so,
she placed pen to paper
He, simply put, did not/does not believe
yet always knew this day would come for him
With a tidal wave of difficult decisions;
reckless choice
I shoved
"Necessary destruction to a life well constructed"
Ill conceived via pride
Cage the wild, tame the mind, wait....
He found that his prison was merely reactive, for death precedes life
Her mind (the Scribe) took flight from suggestion
etching ever so close
Concern swept over me when I bore witness to the pair (albeit individually) free fall
held my breath did I
seemingly for their lifetime complete
-Until he uttered the words that life as he knew it had drawn its natural conclusion
"There is futility building upon the darkened sand of escapism"
Without honest concrete infused with light, he'd never realize peace and she'd find death prematurely surely
If he didn't act in haste
In a moment of mediation
his blood intervened, sensing the turn of events arrival;
longing for his brothers contentment...renewal
I pressed
"Let her know the truth of it all"
With that
moth to flame she flew directly into the safety of his arms
wishing, aching no longer
he finally reading the words that I had whispered
she able to exhale
He filled her heart with truth; relieving the pain of the lies they had been living
The pair,
the Saint and the Sinner leave with lives fulfilled
And as for myself?
The warmth of the suns rays burn ever so brightly on my shoulders as I ride on
waiting for their 'someday arrival' together
because that is how it was written
"As they began together so shall they pass forth"
From my hand to yours,
Sawyer
Saint Andrews
Just wanted to offer a tip of the hat to Billy, for all that you did, deepest thank you
