Step by step, I walk toward the door.
Light shimmers, falling through the cracks.
The blinding brightness
Shadows the fallen figure, dressed in menacing black
The antiquated wooden floor creaks
And bears forewarning
To the impenetrable silence that darkness
Awakes to each fine morning.
The stranger reaches out blindly
Toward the illuminating door.
He hopes to feel, to touch
But the effort alone becomes a futile chore.
“I see such pleasant light
Brightening my dreary blue-green eyes
Yet as I trudge into the incessant darkness
My mind drifts apart.
Like shells on a shore, I spread
In a river of lost hope, filled with unceasing dread”
But here lies the palpable light
Unless just eyes deceive
Resting behind the steel fortress
Awaiting the gleaming heart with the right key
Malevolent clouds fill the ominous skies
With each tearful day.
Yet the light still rises with each fine morning
At any time, in any way.
One fine morning