ambientlight

To let go of what never worked.
To renounce the clatter of sword on sword,
for the sweet music of the flute and string.

To let go of what one once had to be
to reclaim what one always wanted to be.
To shed the cold steel of armor and mail,
to lay naked in one's beloved's embrace,
kissed by the gentle breeze and soft clover.

There was something I had to say.
I wrote it down... bound it to drive, disc and paper.
With this I think, there's no more to say...
it's best to know when to stop.

Stopping brings return, full circle.
A new begining, a new horizon, a new threshold...
infinite new potentials, infinite possibilities.

If you can dream the dream...
you can make it come true.