all that is gold does not glitter,

not all those who wander are lost;

the old that is strong does not wither,

deep roots are not reached by the frost.


from the ashes a fire shall be woken,

a light from the shadows shall spring;


renewed shall be the blade that was broken,

the crownless again shall be king.

Wednesday, March 21, 2012

non-Keane hopes & fears.

sometimes i imagine you in the future. 
your face is light, and the edges are softened with kindness and understanding. 
it's like a beautiful dream that shows everything i wanted for you all along. 
you look back and see how much you missed and how many beautiful things wizzed by,
 and see everything in a new and astounding way. 
i don't just unconditionally love you anymore, now...
i truly and completely like you for everything you've become.
  i pray everyday that this fragment of an image
 that haunts my hopes and fears 
will become
 completely 
real.

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