The nurturer and the steal

• The nurturer and the steal
the nurturer and the steal gives birth to ideal.
The fragrance of life then is revealed.
The bats bellow and in the damp dark caverns,
The caves lay claim and bold adore to free us.
The ghostly presence sends adrift, a cold resemblance of air.
What is it?
Where is it?
Come again?
The stands of life are renewed.
The queen of the fortress within the claim of mystery come a view,
While the harbor casts a mist of doubt against the extreme decay.
The existence of honor reveals a path to journey in a narrow pathway.
One by one between the tall majestic, perilous purple mountains.
Who reign over us overhead with their exhaustic-monstrous caps, orchestrating orders in the air?
The sun beacons the night sprits disappears, while gray skies transforms into a clear blue. Jamaican sea.
The roosters’ crow.
The belvederes fly.
While the wild stallions dance upon the sand chasing each other.
East to west one at a time.
The spring falls making old man winter yearn for another day upon this particular morning .
A new September upon the breasts of eternity .
Then adventurer beware…
When u arrest the melancholy when frolicking and picking pansies in the meadow of doubt.
The travesty exists in not taking time to feel the wind, smelling the pasture.
And ultimately, not taking enough time to proclaim that I can!!!!
And turn around and climb the mountain!