The shudder of walls
thunder across the silence
of spaces void of light
echoing in the empty corners.

The shadows rage
with voices of rain
that no light will quiet.

The wary companion
sleeps soundly on intertwined paws.

All my doubts
baring down from every
known and unknown corner,
every empty frame.

The void is like a weighted blanket.
It presses in on you, only sometimes a comfort
flicker the flashlight of security wont stay on
cloink it's beam as dead as certainty
The last flicker of light is the dance of a candle.
It mesmerizes the eyes of all present.
Is it hope? or love? or faith?
or some string of holding on to the world before.
Hope holds on to the last, is this flicker going to remain?
Love is joy and pain and dreams,
can you see a vision in this candle?
Faith is something you don't need to see,
do you need to see this candle?

We share a tale,
   of vaulted views
and columned pews.
   With dappled light
through glass bejewelled
    comes solemn rays,
shining down
    on kneeling few
and dusted air.
   Though far between
our different times
   the hallowed halls
our paths have shared
   on shores we've seen,
though separately.

What restless minds may wander to
when ever grows the night
and sleep evades from pillows gaze
until the wanderer finds respite.

Where broken hearts may linger
when harsh burns yet the pain
and comfort hides in a friend who tries
to break shackling chains.

When sorrowed eyes may cast away
what borrowed joy was left
and courageous few shrink from view
before a smile can commit its theft.

How hopeful souls may lift
where darkened heart could not
and all the weight upon your plate
to take upon my own.

-Love-