Path Yet Elusive

I still do adore varied curves of dream as ephemeral murky night of lone breath adheres to silhouette darkness shambles of shadow rued not to call upon does it bespeak of elusion abnegated of own god? still i do admire as they say everything is relative by change dazzling light of day melts slowly into pitch black by evening season changes by its varied taste for them to befuddle heart ruffles as snappy tone of voice stumble upon i still do honor very crux of matter as when illusive precision guides to follow right path to uphold truth by promise of silence space traverses being wordless we are simply the puppets in the hands of alienation vision distracted fails to see hales of enlightenment beleaguered kingdom loses freedom of its own crown as dream suffers being shocked of emptiness in void on valley of distant mountain beauty seems to redound.