somewhere the light fades
faster than one would like,
not knowing if another day
will break. years are etched
upon the skin with lines
carved deep. but the heart,
fierce with age, finds a way
to shine on well into the night.
somewhere the light fades
faster than one would like,
not knowing if another day
will break. years are etched
upon the skin with lines
carved deep. but the heart,
fierce with age, finds a way
to shine on well into the night.
Awaiting the Images 