Darkness Until Dawn

There was someone that I followed... it started a long time ago.  I was 17... one of my darkest times... I needed a voice to bring me out. That voice was there. She was roughly half a dozen years older. Bright voice... full of life. Easy smile... very open.  It was a voice I kept to to keep me steady for 21 years, on and off. A voice to give me strength. It was an easy voice to remember.  I heard it a few more times, from time to time. The last time I heard that voice, I was 38. I'm thankful that voice was there.  I've drawn too much attention to that voice. More attention then that voice needed. I'm just thankful that voice was there. It kept me here so many times. When other voices would get loud, I recalled that voice. That voice is gone. I let it go. I'm a bit more steady now. Closer to the ground. I no longer need to cling to that voice and its reassurances and encouragements, which were many. Laugh was like music. That voice had a steady hand with me. She wasn...

The echoes of the city, they slowly fade with time... There beyond the meadows... locked within the vines... Streams of sunlight bearing down This place that once was mine. Here the ancient pillars stand, holding up the wall... Carved into the weathered stone... are records of my fall.. And faded is the mirror there With an image one can't recall. Papers cast upon the stone, beside a pool of water... Letters written long ago... the pain that I begot her... And even as it fades away Yet again it stirs... To remind me not to bring my sorrow Back beyond that wall. Looking up the footprints fall, across a field of mud... Washing in... the memories play, of the times before the flood... A bird, it picks at crumbs of what Was shared in heart and blood. Where the faded footprints pass, is a mystery in my mind... As the voices call again, so stretches out the vine... The clock it will not wind again... Surrender this... to time.