from another time.
A place not of our present.
I understand your insecurities and frailties.
I am your friend and yet you do not recognize me.
I will always be around.
In the trees, the wind and the constantly flowing river.
I am in the crashing tides and stormy nights.
When you are meant to find me again, I will be where you need me to be.
Being forsaken does not mean that I have forsaken.
When you seek me out, you will find me.
You are my friend.
When you cry out, I will hear you and I will come.
Destiny has spoken her piece.
Time will reveal her truth
I will be there in your dark hour.
A Photographer's Heart 