Everlasting Light
by Shey Stahl
We were two hearts, two souls, devastated by the same loss.I met Beau Ryland where the red clay danced along the water’s edge, and bursts of light rained down on us. A night when the heat couldn’t be escaped.As he whispered against sun-kissed summer-sweet skin, “Baby, look up and get lost on that everlasting light,” it was easy to believe it would last forever.But things changed.My heart aches when I see him on that stage in front of thousands. I don’t want that voice to be one I used to know. I want it to be everlasting.