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.