08/29/2019
And although I’m uncertain
of which morrow I’ll step into,
my soul rests in knowing
that for always there’ll be you.
And so tell me, my oracle,
of all that awaits:
the golden-ruffled sunrise
after every stormy rain
Tell of how our love triumphs
over all uncertainties.
And tell of all the promises kept
despite difficulties…
Sparkles and Poetry 