Women of a certain age not so young and not so aged have witnessed the passing of love's parade They dance at night alone to fight the diminishing returns of youth's flight.
They have found peace and quietude in wisdom about life's truth.
No knight comes. No child answers "come home's" call. No money opens heartfelt doors. No strife is beyond their solving might.
They have given it all in healing other's wounded night.
They take it back inside to find in their eyes a moment of serenity wise and laughter in those eyes, where candles light their longing night...