In choosing fellowship with the night, the sky unfurling above me to declare the commencement of my enterprise that's sufficient to unveil the magnetism of a man whose presence may stir the darkness.
My silhouette was swallowed into a canvas like some unseen hands had erased the borders between flesh and portrait. As an anointed muse, I bear embers of finesse twined with a streak of defiance.
Who would have imagined a rebellion that forever painted in defiance could drape in a hue as deceptively tender? Carrying that audacity, I prove that it has never been bound to darker shade.
The wandering wind and the river joined together as unseen musicians performing for one audience in an endless composition. A tranquility capable of settling the corners of my mind.
Never once have I felt compelled to flee from what stands before me yet when it comes to presenting a visage worthy of attention, my exhibition remains beyond dispute.
Beneath the lingering fire of evening, I surrendered myself to the transformation carried by the wind where nature claims my spirit until I felt like a fragment molded seamlessly into its design.
An afternoon spent upon the rooftop could scarcely trouble a soul. Laughter ricochets where we remain the boys who have mastered no grand philosophy beyond the simple art of teasing one another!
