and I reach to find the words for all the things I long to say, for all the things I was too long to know. to tell you of mistakes once made, of stumbling steps when other things grasped hold to pull me far from paths once chosen to be paths of purposed goals. and I in my complacency and wandering myopia felt time allowed such deviations ignorances disregards of all the values treasured by the normal passers-by and set about in unconcerned meanderings through self indulgent artistry and decadence of thought.

and now that scars are faded white and I have stepped upon my path once more I see you in the footsteps that I walked so long ago… see you fit so well in footsteps that have deepened in the mire and I would hold my hand to offer comfort steady lest you stumble over rutted pathways I have gone before
and I would offer visions of the dangers that are lurking of the foresight and the hindsight, of regret and of the beauty, of the wistful demons dreaming…
of the power of becoming into different wiser more.