In the darkness of the streets, I hear the silence of the echoing memories through this once well traveled light way.

Remembering brings an eclipse over my mind, while awakening in this barren room.

Seeing the sun set on another year, brings about hopeful anticipation of what might lie ahead through the mist. Recalling the empty faces of shattered homes, hearts and minds helps bitter contentment to ascend into this systematic lifestyle.

But, for whatever, upward though inner circumstance, I am

grateful.

Then suddenly, the light appears, but for a moment, reminding and casting a rainbow on a cloudy skyway whispering, that the presence is once again near and always having an everlasting still voice in your heart.

Once again the darkness overshadows my silently crying heart, while the morning light pierces through my window, reminding me, that another day may bring victory my way.

Surrendering to a lonely world of freedom, realizing the past weighs heavy on my still scared heart. It's time to lock away this burden, while the shadow still remains, but no longer haunts my heart in the shadows of the darkness.

Awaiting the call of morning, lightens the shadows of a once forgotten, but ever present river of pain.