Falling
in the dark night,
the rain;
soft tears of beauty,
moonlight drips
from the eye of sky
down the cheek of the abandoned city.

The flecks of light
spark  wildfire,
from its whisper,
the sounding of one's desires
reveal in the quiet
the path to finding
one's self again.

After being lost
for so long
it is riveting,
the feeling of being at home
in your own skin;
as earth shattering
as the birds playing their violins,
welcoming the morning sunrise.

It is a pleasure to be alive.