Written on the days of yesteryearas paper, I encountered my dreams from the words of my heart. I journeyed well into the unknown of my mortal thoughts, and laughter became the cries and tears of everyday verse. The words that crept into my mind to make me swallow hard the solemn moments of my truth, and writing them down for history in the wake of my opening eyes. Such praise be the vows of life, and the spirit dwells within the heart to fulfill each verse with a mindful, tear-jerking sob of reality. The joys of a structured verse to fall into the hands of denial, but pray the heart should encounter gladly such sweet tears of tomorrow. The hands that pray should gladly read upon the eyes these few words of wisdom, and sigh a release of freedom.