A racing mind, lost adrift in the swelling seas of opportunity and time. 

A worn and weary, nearly desperate heart, draped in the consuming wet blanket of a past lover’s empty part. 

The empty space in place of an old embrace, where fire met water and each vanished without a trace. 

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A beacon on the horizon, that approaching place where light still steady shines. 

The assurance of a new day, warmth rising on her sides. 

Take heart, young and weary sojourner, for your lungs again will breathe. 

That breath so full of life, one cannot help but heave. 

Here and there your wandering soul will see.
Your shipwreck once but a distant memory.
From lost to found on those seas of opportunity and time. 
Here again, tis your time to shine.