By the hue of dying candle light
Tear sodden pages stifle the nibbed quill
A deep yearning to share it all, her passions her plight
Delicate hand held fast by hearts anguished sorrow

Shadows dancing  joyfully upon decaying walls
Baring final witness to the death of her longing
Slain by a trust devoured; Imprisoned within her dismal gloom
Lost in life's thorned wilderness, the path ahead lay in ruin

Bleakness surrounds in eerie silence finding sanctuary beside her pain
Her souls voiceless screams stirring amid the black winter night
As her lingering sadness drifts towards tainted dreams
The dark shroud of slumber descends upon emptiness

Giving birth to new feelings,
  life to the unborn

Eternity swaddled,
  cradled and warm

A labored delivery,
  nibbed forceps demand

Prying out a new meaning
   —each stroke of the hand

(Plane To Las Vegas: July, 2016)