Sometimes, even with tired bones and heavy lids, despite the frightening pictures my eyes perceive and woeful stories my ears hear, there stirs within a shimmer of hope that in the face of all reality shines with defiant beauty, and I know it by no other name than love and I swear, against all logic, it asserts that it knows me the same.
Can I say I love you? Would it be presumptuous to say that this is what I feel? Whether I know your name or not, in this moment, in this place, it is true, and so I think I shall let me revel in this high state that escapes me all too often in my mundane life, and let me feel this love that is so unapologetically whole. Perhaps, in you allowing me this, we may redeem each other and in that redeeming find the grace and forgiveness that makes all redemption unnecessary.
~Demian Elainé Yumei
DreamSinger
