night's gift of dark ...
loss leaves it's mark,
quiet comfort found with in.
shadows of gray ...
some ghosts will stay,
some voices live under our skin.
day gives way ...
night comes to play,
some things are not our sins.
always know there is light ...
stars and moon belong to the night,
your path to free you from where you've been.
night knows no shame ...
dark places no blame,
letting you out ... holding you in.
you shine in the dark,
king of castle so stark...
embraced by shadows of sanguin.
take care my gentle poet of darkness
Some things cannot be explained by verses that rhyme,
They are not measured by the commitment of time.
Some emotions run too deep to be described by words,
Forgiveness and understanding-remain the most beautiful words ever heard.
"What the caterpillar calls the end ...
The world calls a butterfly"
~Lao Tze Tao~
~Butterflies are meant to be free~