The echoed whisper.

Oh to be the echoed whisper of my dreams. The forgotten call of existence the tug that will forever delve into the oceans embrace. Fall now my love into eternal slumber, take not flight, born of the essence of fire as the phenix burns new life will engulf your soul. Let not those fires die. Let not the oceans grow angry with the turmoil of a dreamers heart. Run free with your soul beneath illuminated skies as you scream to the heavens as thunder embraces your spirit and raw energy burns within. Oh to be the echoed whisper of my dreams.

Karen Hayward ©2016

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