Welcome Message

Though late this missive may be, and far from (perhaps) well-received,
Pray, let me join my voice to the gentle greeting wafting,
like unto to a savory silken smell drawn,
a pie set to cool on a windowpane,
a rogue silently stalking, sorely yearning to make the pie his own.

So tarry but a little, now and anon, tarry a little to speak, have fun.
The might of time doth linger still, if the mind is wracked not, of bitter anguish and ill,
Then senescence shall rightly stand aside, for the glowing golden child playing inside.
When you listen to the song of wrath, you hear the words of fear.
Listen to that of hope, and Joy is free to wheedle in,
and unto, the many paths our minds are wont to take,
though twisted, misdirection is only blatantly made.

Though of many things this my greedy welcome may be rather wanting,
Know that the sons and daughters of Man are borne,
by the hope that at Dreaming's End, a Better Place stands waiting,
A higher Fun that we can all call home.

This is the last, and final of ulterior motives,
the uttermost end of the line,
the sight of it makes strong men whimper,
and the hardest soldier in fear to whine.
The golden gate is nigh,
where will YOU be when the waters are high?

Until then and later,
again,
before, and after,
May your fate tread deeply, within verdant vales with still waters aplenty
No less in danger than safer,
each moment ringing with free, open, and true laughter:
which be good music to the soul;