A new day

Source: Charles Wilson – pd4pic.com

I almost missed the grim figure who stood at the water’s edge, lost in the seclusion of his own thoughts. But he heard the rustle of leaves and turned slowly to gaze up at me, a tormented look in his eyes. As soon as they locked with mine, his slow gentle smile spread into the fine crinkles of his brown eyes. I started to cry, and soon I was sobbing uncontrollably. He reached out for my hand, seeping all warmth from his into mine and I knew – I knew then that I would never want for anything. He had restored my soul.


Caught the whispers

Of our souls’ last embrace

As the sun cast new light on a

new day!