Along This Sojourn

Beauty, in all its forms, never topples, never falls. It never trembles with reluctance and it never apologizes. It speaks boldly, often quietly. It does not age, it does not regret. It surges forward like a tidal wave. It does not stop. It only looks ahead, and it will not ever limit itself. For you are beautiful. You are not these words. You are beyond the speaking of any phrase or description. 

She offers it up, and whispers a goodbye. 

Ah, "so long" is said at last. It will not be long until we meet again. You seek the silence, and you answer its hidden melody. It is here. It is with you. And you are not alone. Great Loves and great Lives have answered the call. To be most humorous in your travels. To be most light upon your step and yet fully aware. Be brave. Be bold. And paint what your heart is made of. Fire and blood and flesh filled with fuel like a rocket. See how the days pass like that. 

The message is not in the words.