Royalty depicted by the point of a gaze. Excellence displayed in the stealth of a craze. Hallowed heart and humble frame keeping that which fumbles tame.  Beloved and formed in the shadow of a King. Betrothed with a promise far greater than a ring.

In the mystery the secret lies. Alone with the poppies history cries. Answers bring chains, perpetuating blame declaring a risk an ultimate shame. Freedom decrees, "There's no need to know, can't you just be!" Allocating peace for all who agree. Between the lines there's always a tale, but future unknown cause reasons to fail.

Standing tall, it's easy to see the ones who fall.
Living softly, creates a sway, catching the burdened on their way.
Revelation brought by senses, can pierce the heart or lay it on a bed of roses.
Perception can stop a thought before its deadly, making haste to keep things friendly.

A bird has wings, like a man has dreams. Confined to a cage, the bird has no need of them. Consumed with conformity, the man has no room for them. Both surviving, but neither of them thriving. Would their eyes take notice if a door were opened or are they too numb to see, blinded by their monotony? Grace sometimes is accidental, thrusting us forward into the land of fundamentals, giving cause to wonder potential and consider a plan increasingly questionable.

The gentle voice of wisdom whispers love is more. As the patience of a seedling is knocking at my door. Time will tell what sort of strength this fortress of ours will bear. Building upon each other, each dream an entrance stair. The bliss we know is felt in the moments shared together, exchanging unbound joy for age old hope untethered.

My prominence comes without condition. Suffering or prospering, my inheritance is provision. Circumstance has no hand in my capacity to trust. An urgent need for answers as dangerous as lust. Liberation has no voice when strong armed by endeavor. Leaving me the choice of a princess or a beggar.

I am not afraid of tomorrow for I have witnessed love today. To replace this wonder with dismay would be like asking a burglar to stay. Success takes failure to know its face, recognizing the imprints of hope misplaced. If I foresee the worst approaching I will shield myself with trust engrossing. Remembering a heart filled passed the brim, will keep the dust from settling in. 

There will be no walking away nor laying down of swords.
When "Yes" has been spoken, there's more at risk than souls.
The head and tale of history, rises and it falls.
On the shoulders of man's promises.
And the waking of the call.