I cry for the all those who came before me. Who now feel the loneliness of the end approaching. Who understand that they have achieved, perhaps all they will, yet hope that the best is yet to come. I stand now upon the shacky rocks that rest below my feet, and gaze forward into the unending forever. I am now, for the first time, at one with all that has always been and all that may be. I dream the endless dream and hope for the miracle of inspiration to sing me to sleep. Then bliss will once again fill my soul that I may one day touch the face of God, and he may caress me.
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