Her skies dark from ravages past
Of granite and stone, her spirit is cast.
Her eyes covered, her hands bound.
A quiet prayer for loves key found.
The anger of betrayal still fresh in his mind.
A sought after hope of true love can he find.
Through clouded darkness her hand he did seek.
Warmth and tenderness her voice softly did speak.
An outstretched hand to her did reach.
Long sought after healing has begun for each.
Her skies turn blue, her stone falls away.
Hand in hand together they stay.
She carries his heart gently yet firmly in hand.
His prayers answered of a love that will stand.
Golden sun on horizon does rise.
Two souls are carried aloft high in the skies.
Who saved whom is not quite known.
For loves tiny seeds have gently been sown.
Mark ©
