It’s been so long he longed for this moment.
Unlikely events forging scenes perfectly imprinted like stamp on a beating heart.
A moment drowning the grief of strained paths and uneven plains that wounded harmoniously, birthing one single perfection.
Imperfections wielded so finely in the hands of perfect craftsmanship, captured through lenses bright as the eye of the rising sun.
And so after so long, he had that moment he had Imagined for so long.
For there she was, finally sleeping in his arms,
Her head rested on his chest as he strokes her fine brown hair.
She mutters some words in her sleep and smiles, as though in her slumber she too could feel the glow of his ember heart.
Emmalase.
Emmalase