No Stale Illusion
No soul alone on mother earth has saw a more colorful sight than the living eyes who rise to greet the morning's light no sweeter breath has e're been breathed than when it's breathed in silence for it stills the mind from time releasing all requirements no warmer fire can be warm from a wood or hearth than can be found inside the embrace of a true love's arms no man can dare to understand the grace that can't be bought without the knowledge of the weak who struggle each step they walk no picture book, no story wrote, no poem or prose from pen could adequately describe the life and times of all who live no height of cloud nor depth of sea can measure a life's worth when measured on a tilted scale that robs their living mirth no word of mouth nor thought of scorn can take from quiet minds the treasures buried in the moments where they greeted life no stale illusion, or bitter regret can displace a grateful being loving all they know, with gentle soul, within an o...