storm of forever

On a night much its own
in a world far from home
in a love just yet unknown
there was a grace in the fire
grew deep from within
spoke well of a father
who had yet to begin.
They stood alone in the cold,
tired fingers of silence had hold
and in goals were afraid of what had been told.
Looked at faces, said liar
yet hands clasped together,
entrapment of souls, they martyr,
resolute in the storm of forever.
(J.McHenry 2011)

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Until next time,

Jamie

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