A gentle breeze brushes my skin
The warmth, caressing my body
And I am reminded of joy
I am reminded of comfort, peace, and love
I used to know what that felt like when we touched
But now it just rains, sometimes it pours
Things get dark, and heavy, and cold.
And then the sun peeks through, and the showers turn golden, warm and stunningly beautiful.
~A
Ink & Embers 