From on high comes the call to now set sail on the warmth of irrevocable chance. What can there be for us; if not the eternal search for tenderness and sated appetites. Uncertain and withal innocent and enquiring we step lightly into this world and its wonder assails our senses like a mighty roaring beast. Red in design and intent is the monster and yet disguised sweetly green in calming negation are its songs. How can I be irrevocable and steadfast when the world places such tender scenes for the senses to enjoy?

© Edetric Vistal