In a dark room,
where webs form in corners.
Smoke billows from the chimney,
blowing dark haze into my soul.
Knowing for so long, what is here, now.
I care not to move past, to its means,
With darkness, shadows twinkle,
mixing with light, to delight my spirit.
Beckoning, calling me..
Churning wonder, mixed with fear,
where do we go from here?
parts of life not found,
buried deep, underground.
Blackened wood smolders,
where you and I once stood.
What some view as old, even dead,
lives on longer than we can comprehend.
This is what we have become,
hardly understood, questions abound.
Hurt lingers on,
whispering in your ear,
what can be saved, rekindled and burned again.
Not killed off, set aside or tossed away,
because in these shadows,
tender love still remains.