For a drop of soul lost in an silent ocean of darkness,
For a rusted needled buried deep beneath billions of grains of desert sand,
There is a resonation.
An invisible, perhaps unbelievable, resonation whispers a promise.
Rise tomorrow.
Repeat. Again, and again.
We shall meet in our glory atop of heave of our works.
Overcome and repeat,
Within a blink of an eye, we’ll be there.
9.25.2019
Ralph with Coffee 