Tremulous and tired
the restless soul is searching for a life it cannot find.
While the world at large keeps turning in monotony and darkness
and the people move in a circle they think is a straight path.
And the silence is too loud
and the heart is filled with emptiness
and the night has stretched forever full of meaningless pursuit.

But then, a spark, a glimmer,
from a death that yielded life
from a love that cannot lose.
From a final exhalation breath is restored to the land.
And the sun begins to rise
and the soul begins to sing
as it crawls
from haunted nights, to hopeful days.

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