Brave The Leap

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Listen to Brave The Leap by Richard Charles Stevens

Listen to Blinding Instrumental by Florence + The Machine

It takes but a second
To make an impression
One gesture
Is all it requires
Need not our knees knock
Chests wheeze beneath breezeblocks
In ear shot to sheer drop from tapering spire

It takes but a second again
To inspire
Raise the stakes
To make plain
All to gain from the fire
Bare naked the flame
Set ablaze
In each vein
Reawakening native desire
To enable the faith to reach higher

By my reckoning
A second is excessive
To retire the need for stressing
Less to teach a timely lesson
On the reason we’re obsessing
Evanescence need not be so ever present a decree
Providing we perceive an underlying blessing to redeem
For it takes but a split second to be seen
By my reckoning
One less to dress the scene

It may seem to take forever
Reaching some place made to measure
While endeavouring to venture gained
Through all terrain and weather
Nevermore at leisure
With the treasure in our keep
For pain far outweighs pleasure
When we breathe
It may seem to take forever
Reawakening from dream
Yet each breath bequeaths a second less asleep
It takes but a split second
Some way less than
By my reckoning
To nevermore say never
Brave the leap

We all have a story
Grand fable yet untold
A road to glory
Paved in ornate gold
We all have hopes
We all have dreams
Cascading streams of wild extremes
Midst strident seas of silent screams
Where sirens pleas appease the breeze intriguing through nonviolent means
We all believe in make-believe
Awaiting incantation patiently
Taking leave of senses preened on feelings gleaned insatiably
Waking dreams relate to themes recurring less we make a scene
Shake the tree and rake the leaves
Elucidate the saving deeds
Adjudicate the faceless thieves
Recuperate the air we breathe
Proceed with grace and verity
Commit to bleed unsparingly
Appeal with fate for clemency
Blind faith replacing errancy
We all have a dependency for one thing or another
We all have toil, the spoils of something as yet undiscovered
We all recoil to buy ourselves a short time to recover
From that which foils our hopes and dreams relentlessly
We all have goals
Can make them bold
Can take the reins and break the mould
Should deepest souls remain enrolled
Then eyes of chosen may behold
The warmth to stave away the cold
And fan the flame proclaimed annulled
Staking claim on that we have and hold within us all
Making plain that we should rise from each untimely fall
Not all fables need remain untold
Fallen braves can safely make it home
Forge a flawless legacy before they venture forth
Towards the veil gate, to the great unknown

Richard Charles Stevens

Keeper of The Crimson Quill

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