The winds of your soul echoed great lengths to meet the mill that pumps my being. Oh what great lengths the maker propels these gales into discovering their rightful place. Though the tempest hath no home, nor does it settle; it passages within us, each of us, never once forgetting where or who it has given life to. This provides you with a feeling of familiarity, a feeling you treasure for it is a treasure to behold. A sublime gift unnoticed by those blind to the sensation, deaf from reality, and dumbstruck in the universe; they may never know.

The breath of yours and the breath of mine met as we fell victim to the storms. Destitute but not afraid; we embraced the coming of each other. The storms quenched the long forgotten drought in our hearts, exalting their life from the grounds to the infinite. We parted from one and other with a final breath of our being- we were born once again; born into the light of love.

Shine with me.