Poem for Nathaneal . Age 18 Pale-ing into Light on a desert morning with a wafting breeze and a heavy dew, an angel alights on a flower, magic is weaving on the strings of the day, singng dwells in the insects display. A rider forges his way, riding, into the moment. His path is carved by the power in Love by the courage of One who lets go of dismay. His heart soars of newfound Glory. His essence becomes his Day as it wafts in the oily breeze.