Oh ye, if thy heart took flight, tremble at thou power.
If to flee, what mercy to shine upon thy soul.
Mercy, what be thee?
What cometh at dawn of the morrow when thy heart t'is exposed to the elements?

Oh ye, if not the flight but thy destination t'is important.
Flowing meadows of golden light taking from thine breath or making chest ache.
Majesty! Sheer majesty!
Thine image of God upon the rolling fields, expanding with breath and sigh.

Thee be announced to the world!
Alas, the movement of thine spirit is at hand and thy journey is present.
It begins with single step, extending the ages.
A kiss t'is the same; A small step for eternity.
T'is glorious pain to journey into the unknown, and to loss thyself in deep blue seas of heavens joy.

Journey onward!

Fall, has thou'st sprungeth upon us again?!