She was lost in her life. In her hand she held no compass, above her were no skies filled with starlight. She was surrounded by stormy seas. The days kept falling, falling. Like raindrops. She was drowning in time.
She was soaked in nostalgia. Images of the past floated by her, ethereal and light. They haunted her thoughts. Like ghosts, those times were long dead and buried behind layers of time.
She waited. For love to come, for tomorrow to bring reprieve from the rain. She wanted to feel her soul stir with emotion, for the sunlight to peek out from behind the silver clouds.
Yet, the sun refused to shower her world with light. The rain perservered. She had no charms to ward of the restless ghosts. Yet, she waited.
Summers flitted by, winter ice froze and trickled away. Yet, she waited. The present faded into history, and the future creeped ever the closer. She waited. Like a statue, staring somewhere into the distance.
A fire burned. A passion ignited.
All became bright and golden, warm and dry. Her Polaris had found her, at long last. She knew where to go.
She was soaked in nostalgia. Images of the past floated by her, ethereal and light. They haunted her thoughts. Like ghosts, those times were long dead and buried behind layers of time.
She waited. For love to come, for tomorrow to bring reprieve from the rain. She wanted to feel her soul stir with emotion, for the sunlight to peek out from behind the silver clouds.
Yet, the sun refused to shower her world with light. The rain perservered. She had no charms to ward of the restless ghosts. Yet, she waited.
Summers flitted by, winter ice froze and trickled away. Yet, she waited. The present faded into history, and the future creeped ever the closer. She waited. Like a statue, staring somewhere into the distance.
A fire burned. A passion ignited.
All became bright and golden, warm and dry. Her Polaris had found her, at long last. She knew where to go.
