Soaked Soul Memory

Fever
Heat
Sweat soaked sheets
A basement couch

Separate

Waves of visions in and out
Swept forward

Temptations brought forth
Responses turn back
Departure

Beauty of blue pierces my soul

AND I KNOW

I am futility, but Beauty’s words speak truth to trials.

Arisen, fresh, new
On my lips Beauty’s perfume

Heat replaced by the cool of the day

Grateful
Thankful
Empowered