The Heat Is On

In valiant days of yore The most brilliant of vast excursion to emplore; Through an enduring moment filled with ellusive ambiance, A glimmer of hope as a beacon of light to a weary world in need; With time well spent in thought provoking sense, Yet still marked on a blotted page yet fully intact; Although the twilight sun had tainted my vision, We have drawn a paradox forthwith even in the sand; It is my hope that someday you will understand When the children cry deep in the night, A reflection of an image caught in time, Among ellusive ventures caught up in rhetoric ambiance A sought after display of elaborate words in flight; To forget the night deep within its endless plight, A single word spoken in its fullest extent; The heat is on yet I will persist, Through words frozen in time; We then mix words through our own agendas The heat is on so adjust your fenders