Secrets told and lies entwined

lay scattered on the floor

the ashes of what was..

No more the dusty dark of wondering

no more the shadowy quietude of niceties untold,

fortold,

witheld.

The dawn has come and from it flows

the waters of the now

the sunshine of the day's true light

life-giving breath of air,

the wind that flows through loosened hair,

the smile that lies,

that loves,

that holds unwavering to the truth that's always been.