The night opens her gentle arms to welcome
The soul destined to fly, the heart born to roam.
The wanderer begins to enjoy
The freedom born of a life of searching.
We cry because the hunt seems never ending.
Just when the conclusions becomes comprehensible,
The image wavers and obscurity returns once more
To claim its lover’s spot.
Drive the sun to seek the blessed dark.
A return to awareness.
The pieces have fragmented together in a
Reunion that was assumed impossible.
The ache of long ago is
Soothed as time stretches on eternal.
The scars are a small price to pay.