nude on the bed windows wide open
upstairs a lone candle is burning
forsaken thoughts
a door that won\'t close
soft rememberances full of yearning
hidden in a veil of fragmented shadows
whispers on sheets , a quiet separation
unspoken sorrow
a sea of despair
damp with tears cries of frustration
shimmering softly in faded background
soft summer breeze put the candle down
darkest hour
unchosen hell
looking for that which cannot be found
a critical point life in the balance
darkness and light superimpose
midnite passes
relit the candle
finding the strength to put on some clothes