Saturday, April 11, 2009


With every dusk,
a sleepy sallow sunset
With every dawn,
renewed hope.

With the darkness
Comes hurt and sorrow
then someone lights a candle
and a flame appears
and illuminates you
and all I can focus on
is your face, bathed in candlelight

At that point, I forget
what the darkness feels like
but it looms
at night, when I close my eyes
or creeps into my thoughts
stealing peace and hope

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