Its an Illusion

Tell me what it is about love that captivates the heart desired. Tell it like the freedom of soaring wings upon the open sea, feel it's binding obsession digging at you until you understand why you held the shovel. I knew it's embrace in a time when the existence of worry was small, when life was a new adventure blooming towards a bright tomorrow. A time that held importance, substance and worth and in only such a time while love appears do we seemingly turn on the mind and imprint those events and commit them to memory. I too was there, I too long for one thing that is held in belief by many if not all who strive for it's warming comfort. A shoe box full of quiet dust waiting to initiate travel into an old world we knew so well and yet here we are, struggling to piece it together, searching for ways of repair, trying out different roads to cope with all things close and far. A never ending war against a crayon box, against a father who lost his son for a better world, fighting with sounds that echo for miles, allowing the sense of a common knowledge to crumble and invite the mind of those few who see nothing wrong with moral corruption. Suffocating through a new life of violence the likes of which the unborn cannot change, still out of these fires we fuel it even more as very few have the ability to see the wrong, even so wrong as to finally see they cannot right it as many are far too gone to care. Who can measure the colossal debt we owe to have created a very ill world that cries for a positive, undying light that for one reason or another, gets extinguished before the chance of a greater change can be presented. I tell you this and warn of it's message to all that read it with a loving heart. Hug your kids, tell them you love them even though the word may scare you, cry with your family and let it know all the wrongs you're sorry for, show compassion in every way possible, even to those who wrong you, search for a light so that their darkness can be lit. Among so many possible lights one can choose, don't allow the light to go out, it's a flame atop a fragile candle, the wax is melted and the flame is awaiting the wind of eternal darkness.