I found you,
when I had stopped looking…
In the first morning dew,
kissed by the sun,
under the enchanted falls,
of our dreams,
I found you.
In response to The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge: “Ephemeral.”
That night…
lost between the known and the unknown,
lost between the saints and the sinners,
lost between giving up and finding hope,
you promised yourself…
not to define
what was to come
and to cherish
what you had become,
as you awaited the new dawn,
to follow your old dreams…
that night.
The thunder raged at the lightning,
to show him the light,
to navigate in the dark black night,
without the stars.