I reached within my soul
It’s an afternoon…of the lazy sort.
There is a storm.
Its brewing.
Its broth like texture.
Offers no answer..
I reached within my soul
It’s an evening…of the quiet sort
At you, I stare.
In – to those eyes.
A glimpse of your soul.
The void is seen.
I reached within my soul
Its night….
Take my hand,
Look into my eyes,
This is now.
This is real.
I reached within my soul
Within my soul, You remain.
Photograph by :
Lesly Leon Lee
