alight in the glow of,
a sunset of characters.
bearing witness,
to all the threads that bind,
past and present,
through gooey outstretched bands
of beaded sweat.
an aggregation of all efforts,
of all trials
and tribulations.
of the heartbreak,
heartache
and disappointment
we all must sustain
to be on our own -
with all that was,
and all that is,
and all that could be.
and when emerging
from that cold and dampened night,
of self imposed isolation,
however necessary,
never let it cease to amaze
and excite,
that which can be seen so clearly,
as if for the first time,
from the promise
of new daylight.
