HMSAsYouWish

allow me please to trace the shapes in the sky that you have painted ever shining calling home to the pulling rush of spring long sought to be found wrapped in the covers of an empty softness tearful through rememberence coupled by a smile indenting premanance into my cheeks for the future I am sure of At Home when the hours pass in places far each of them longs for this they call home and off they go much sooner than they think to thank for while all the while mine a long time coming without fear or absent assuredness yet distance rakes and rushes in realization down my face though be not fooled for there is beauty in the wait a terrible bea