A recurring dream seeping back into mind.
Echoes of what was and hopes of what will.
Somehow I thought you were gone.
A faded memory of heart's first wound,
But that is merely a wish.
Not faded, not gone, but buried.
Hiding away as oceans peel layers back.
Uncovering the depths of the soul.
Breathing air to a dying wish.
Small glimpse of light breaking through,
And I am back to the start.
This time with a broken heart.
