You are as beautifully illuminating as the suns first fantastic light of the morning.
Stars fade away dimly dancing from sight for far far off in the distance the sun rises to end the night bringing a flawlessly fluid flowing flood of the brightest light.
The soothing sound of springs singing birds breaks the silently sleeping spell. Stopping the soundlessness of sound night had harbored as a favor for the slowly coming day.
That would make the night become ever again remembered as the time that never was when the souls of civilization slept slumbering in the song of an intensely satisfying dream world.
As all of time continues to remain in the constant present time of now, you remain as deeply dear to me as ever you always were, and are, once you see yourself as you want yourself to be, you can be that.
The realization of self comes with confidence of self, the sound security of survival, the wisdom of the elderly, and the steady support of knowing some one believes in who you are, you, who you are going to be....
