I can still find you even in the distance of forevers eternity. Your vision is a memory from my hearts souvenir box. I grip it harder this memory. but it is like golden sand. the harder I hold a few grains fall from my hand like tears. The southern winds kiss my face with seaspray. If I close my eyes I feel your lips on my cheek. the wind sings through the seagrass. I hear your comforting voice whispering to me. I replace the remaining grains of your golden memory. Back into the safe keeping of my heart. And whisper to you. Never fade away my beloved.