and through the pouring rain,
he still sees the familiar flame,
it is resilient and strong,
like when he first said her name.

Much has changed,
And much estranged,
But he still knows him,
And he will not let this remain failed.

lost he gets,
searching for the man with his name,
too scared to lose people,
he’s yet to find himself again.

But alas what can he do,
Man and Quill,
In the rain,
He sees the familiar flame,
– Let there be no disdain.

 

~
All Smiles and Laughter.
He creates –

White noise.
~