Fear not,
in the darkest of nights
the dawn’s hope remains unbroken.
While shielding your darkness
countless bright ages repel back
by bouncing off my being.
Have you ever noticed?
Upon this countenance reside
the sorrows of bygone epochs.
These epochs, embracing parallel lights,
are the panels
that never close.
Peer through your side-window
and gaze and heed a little,
this light
now
that is gently tapping at your very own door.
Grey Sparrow Journal 