It washed up on the shore, she said it would one day evermore; we last were together, when the sun was still shining down so bright, and the blight we see now, wasn’t even a memory, nor in sight.
So much has changed, yet it all is really still the same underneath, when you take a peek to see what’s really there, you’ll find that it’s the same as before, only the conditions in the phenomena have transformed.
There’s still light by day, and dark when it is night. And, yes, things still show up on the shore, when a loved one last kissed you on the cheek, and said, wait, I’ll be there in the morn.
And, indeed, they were, with a bundle of lights. Though you’ve always known the light they carry inside, is the might of the everlasting sprite.
In response to the WDYS #77 prompt from Keep it Alive, by Sadje.