Sunset creeping amongst the clouds up above,
slowly receeding,
deceiving,
of love.
Water flowing gently through the empty,
calmly surrounding,
envelopping,
who I will be.
Trees watch in unison for hope of regain,
of past times, remembering,
loathing,
thoughts of the pain.
The winds pick up speed, as it does for my wings.
Helping me , lifting,
unraveling,
the hope I needed of all things.
Shore is approaching,
so fast for my heart,
all is gone,
but the lands that heal my soul.
So broken, for oh so long.
To fix is hard to believe,
but with hope,
hope...
hope!
I believe that is the key.