Stoic-perl.
Flames burn from a Cole pit.
Beds expand for you as the pain dissipates away.
Lift and dance away from your fears that wich brings you to your limits.
Walk on white Sandy beaches.
Hold my hand.
The sun and moon both smile for you.
Luminescent neon fires, expanding like veiny envertrbred fruit ever glowing as we embrace.
Just believe.
Corral sands swim past the ever long tears of joy that illuminate my eyes.
I look out.
Pride.
In my world I hold our child. A product of our love.
This child will breathe and swim never to know the sting of the pain of this world outside our eyes.
Held high.
To embrace.
Closer now.
To be with you my love.
Be awake.
Be free.
Breath. Just breath.
Joy.