Scatter to the winds like a thousand cherry blossoms.
Let your spirit escape this world,
For all that suffers the pains of lost love
Shall rise again.
Loneliness will only last for a short time,
For like God we will create a place
Where individuals are to our own image.
So, in your mind imagine
A wonderland of beauty,
And let that be your calling.
In time you will shine
From the glow of your hearts’ ambitions.
While in the scorn eyes of lost men
You will be a guide to paradise.
So, run to your destiny,
For the hour of the sun is now.
And cling to your fate.
O Holy seed of the blessed one.
~ Tony Paradise’s Poet ~