A Soul’s Horizon

A soul’s horizon widens to form,

Past,

Present,

Future,

To affirm it’s self without cloak or dagger

Instead with heart or love

Through the perilous journey that is held;

Close like a baby nursing it’s mothers milk

Then moving like a wanderer with purpose to find happiness like the elves of tranquility

Though the journey never be complete;

Until bliss, harmony, and life fully understood

Without ending up in a battle between Zeus and Haties,

As so in turn making peace form the will not the fist

For that is what curiosity should bring ending to turmoil with understanding.