Plucked soul strings of memory, reverberate what she said to me, even in the darkest corners of the page, a gauge of light is just a shade, so wade through endless waters in quest of something farther but not forgotten, if only a knot remains held together by two tiny grains of sand make sure to hold my hand, for it is dark throughout the land, a blistering spark ignites from the heart, inspiring art of variations, sewn into these lightning currents, patience offers a reoccurrence serving a purpose of endurance love and peace, beware of stormy seas and the hurricane breeze for shes waiting with the sun, holding her breathe for the return of a loved one
reoccurrence, reverberate, plucked, blistering, ignites