Eyes shining like emeralds hit by a light ray in the dark.
At first matters grew confused, we knew not the mission upon which we had embarked.

No time for all the rapid changes felt within the heart.
Adjustment comes slowly when the heart’s life is swaddled in chains of drooping hope.

Afire, the mind’s eye sets the path ahead, alight with visions of happiness which warm the senses, drawing me out from the dark, seeing it now, some kind of clarity which defies the mind’s depth of sight, it comes and goes on a special beat, an inner rhythm felt by us both. This feeling shall stay.

This dream will never die. This shared joy will never be called a ghost. It shall live on, unstoppable it is.
Like the burning glow of emeralds in the moonlit shadows.