...she returned from the vapor, brighter. Pronouncing each word spoken with a new voice. Every syllable colored with flame and passion. A fearless heart would be there to bow under the gift of another day when the sun would rise and set for her. Entwined within those cadence of words is every granted wish, every thought and the gathering of all promises. Poems written tell of a lost dream that others left behind, mistaking stone for gold, lies for a soul. Those that could neglect this manifest of beauty, those that gave...