After the Rain, the Sun

The endless rain like a wound re-opening, the feeling of hopelessness in the face of regret.

'Oh my love I can't let go...'

After; sun. Rays of illumination. Perception slowly shifting; sun flares; glimmers of gold.
Everything taking on the assemblage of significance again, every little thing mattering. Vindication. Redemption. Gold glint of memories, precious, priceless, lit, bit by bit, by love.

Dedication

Chasing Stars...

'Suddenly I'm caught in your light...'

 


'If I lay here, if just lay here, would you lie with me and just forget the world?'

'And my thoughts turn to you...'

Love Me Foolishly...

Love never goes away does it...not really. It lingers long, first as an ache, then as something sweet and amicable, a heady kind of mix of bittersweet.