The shady clouds shimmering by the heat of the sun. Close crowing trees reaching the skies. Whom am I to judge the minority mind. in the reflection of the ocean I see the skyline. The unclouded beauty has been opened by a new fragment in life, the pain of rejection in love has been denied. And thou the real enemy, cruel as Medea and pre-dominant among the woman of Athens, has disguised my mantle of closure. As weak the lord speaks to the great greek god ; ” For there is grace, And there is the heart’s desire, and peace to adore Thee, Thou spirit of guiding fire!”. Let’s speak in the language of infinity, no-one could ever feel the difference in the attitude towards the pities of the common man.