The Heart Of The Beast----Page 28

The blonde daisy swayed in the breeze. I
caught the colors of the scene in my mind. Gold,
green, and blue. To rub a shade of blue from your
being. The dark green of late spring. The dazzling
gold that is this flower's crown. The splendor
of creation engulfed me in its vitality and
irreverence. To dance the fertile rite that borders
on madness. Orange and reddish scarlet from the
sun as it sets. As gold turns to blood red. Followed
by the blackness and blank slate of possibility that
is night. Leading my thoughts into the whiter shades
of grey, stunned by the limitless vistas of amorality
that exist beyond right and wrong.
Years of living were evident in your gaze,
yet you looked still quite young. I wondered
about the things that you experienced during your
darkest nights that some might consider wrong; even
though the participants were obviously willing. As of
late your life seemed to be relatively controlled, if
not without certain legal amusements. I casually
contemplated where the course of your life might
lead to next. Although, you slyly appeared to be mature
beyond your years.
There was a hardness mixed with a warm vigor
for life that I saw in your face. An understanding
of the fundamental duality between work and play.
Between reason and emotion. Between denial and
excess. A countenance framed in gold. A visage
that spelled out experience. A beautiful soul. Taking
flight without shame or guilt over a moral battlefield
with a power and control that could only come
from a strong heart.