A place for lovers, tightly held within
A vow forever to travel in time
A Soul Token given and kept
A power of grace, wound between hearts
A kiss that started it all and pronounced eternity
A feeling that will not be defined by words
A definition of calm tornadoes
An island that surrounds two hearts
An excitement of new adventures
St Glam forever and always
Please—
do not hand them to me.
Let me reach for them
when I am ready.
Do not give up on me yet.
I am still here.
I will learn the shape of what broke.
I will take my time
sorting what can be kept,
what must be reimagined.
Do not sweep them away.
Do not hide them.
Do not decide their fate for me.
The mess is mine.
I own every fragment before me.
There is strength in these hands—
enough to build
from what remains.
And if time runs thin,
if the clock dares to stop,
I will still do this—
making something truer,
something stronger,
from the pieces
on the ground.
It spread apart the confusion in the dream
It crawled between the barriers in the daylight
Here, it has cleared the way.
It confirmed the intuition in the waves of thought
It embraced the powers in the confident moments
It allowed the peaceful presence of the internal heaven
Here, it has cleared the way
