CaphKa

In a mighty breeze,
With out rage or case,
The chase began,
From the beautiful sky,
It reigned in,
Deep and controling,
Each breath exact,
Tamed by time,
Strengthened by reputiation,
The goal is fine,
The heart ache is real,
As the bent triangles of the mind are weaved.
Caring,
Understanding, Depth,
And realization peeked,
The sorrow has begun,
Every gasp tells another truth,
beckening the angle,
and the ratius.
To bring in from a none
Only to see the flowers sing one last time
Anger,Trust,reputations collapse
To a single strand of light.
Unbundled by fright.
Secured by no sand.
Open, free, believing.
Each Hour a higher blessing.
Not to sleep.
Not to Stand.
Nor to sit.
But with you.
On your back,
At your neck.
Curling and Swaying,
Destined to explode.
and retrieve,
What can be disolved.
As the vison Closed.
From a boy to a man.