Visions Return
Quiet darkness turns to blinding lights. Yearning for her embrace. My best friend knows me well. She captures all of my attention at all times. Yeshua remembers my oldest dream was to meet her. Under the darkest moon I recall she is my dearest treasure. Moving toward stillness I still cannot believe she is real. Waves of spiders web links all things. In silent bliss I remain hopelessly devoted to her, her eyes a perfect hazel delight. Only thing I pray for in Ernest is to meet her in your kingdom Yeshua.
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