The cascading rivers, like tastefully aged wine.
Can a tree live without its roots?
Can a man be a husband without his wife?
How seductive, how beautiful, how divine
Can a bird fly without its wings?
Nay as I suspect, nay, for without it we can not find our rest.
Its benevolent scenery lodging deep within the eye's mind.
Shall a shadow survive without its contrastive light?
Nay, for we are mere figures in the night.
The life of Sebastian has followed us home , it would seem we've fallen at our own behest.
Life! Once tasted, forever relevant, forever sublime.
How may a shadow survive without the light?
Nay, not without the light to guide us to our sight
This lucid image can never be stolen or involved in a crime.
It can never be purchased, it can only be won in time.
Calm peaceful surface, underneath, a storm, it is the rage of life