I sit amidst the rubble of damaged, broken things
future gasps aloud with harsh words, arrows, slings
I wear shredded rags of suffering pinned across my chest
Pain clutches my soul possessively like an old familiar vest
mists of doubts and loss have settled in front of me
fogs of dense confusion blanketing all that we should be
in a winding, meandering, long and silent night
a dream emerges with its edges clear and bright
hood of bewilderment lifts beyond my tear filled eyes
and happy filled sparklers dance about the skies
as the lightness beam intensifies it irradiates the sea
the darkness fails and dissipates revealing love for all to be.