My heart of hearts is searching for me as I am him.
by Cassandra Boyd
We seek out each other like lighthouse beacons on foggy nights,
turning east, then west, north, south.
As the day comes and the suns rays burn the fog of fear, confusion and indecision away we will be standing face to face. Our smiles still
beckoning and eyes saying “there you are! ”
Hearts no longer searching for one another together shine a light
brighter than any other. On those foggy pea soup nights and hazy
days your smile is my beacon that light the way—to you.