Patiently frozen, awaiting the sign So that I shall be allowed, movement in the dim morning light. To no longer sulk within the eternal shadows. Retracting my claws from my saviors back Golden road unfolds before me, and I take my first step. No fear am I holding, while I embark on embarking- nor memories flooding my steps as if they were muddy puddle splashes clinging to my clothing. A memory no soap can wash away. My road is clear, dry, and golden, Troubles are soft under my feet.
sounds like an early morning poem.. the sun a cool friend, not yet a blazing enemy.. cool sheets and a sleeping beauty..juicy like a fresh memory
