We all need the break from ourselves..
Somewhere to run to and hide for awhile.
Something different
Than the normal style.
Perhaps the canyon walls
To echo back,
The reflections of what
We might lack.
And remind the soul
That we're still striving,
Even after we are
Done crying.
And as the world fades away
To the moon's light of glory.
And the shadows of clouds drift
Telling their own lonely story.
We are left but
With our self reflections.
And all the cold
Hard bitter questions.
But reasons
There be,
To be in this place
Of dark mystery.
Perhaps to rekindle that lost
Fire of light,
And bring back the magic
In our sight,
Raising the fire
Of warm glow tonight.
