Turning his way

In turning his way, the light of invention stirs my mind, the view so sound; no distraction from the heart of it, I seek only sanctuary within him.

Follow the path, that it might guide me by scent, by steps not taken before, the entrance so guarded. He is a champion unhurt in flesh, but wounded in heart.

That time might wear down the protective shield that no stranger has swayed before me.

All who attempts to solve his past look bright into the future with hopes of unraveling the mysteries of his trials. Did one injure him so, or did he simply grow tired of our guiles.

Detoured by the mist and distraction of fear, do not turn away! For the prize shall be divine.

Resurrect the faith in yourself and forge forward as the many soldiers who came before you have. With your shield and sword you cannot be defeated. The battle between courage; and desire, within the confines of your mind. What have I to fear?

No heart may last without fulfillment; no life may maintain without expression of soul, no person shall survive love unrequited. For I will fold inward like a rose without nature’s nectar, should he refuse to extend a hand. Yet I will soar like a freed dove should he take mine.