And so we turn . . .

[Omnia]

from that indifferent voice
that once was love,
the hollow sounds of chatter 
and echoing laughter.

Steel our resolve to say
never again
and step out into the night,
wipe the slate
and close the pain.

                                 
The wrenching feeling will pass
life and time will hurry by
and perhaps now and then
might we consider the loss,                                   
and all that might have been . . .

[caskur™]

Steel our resolve to say
never again
and step out into the night,
wipe the slate
and close the pain.

That is well written....I like that bit.....some pain never goes away....it just leaves a hole.....and you learn to live with the hole....as long as you know why it was left there in the first place.

[caskur]

I agree Omnia.

A lovely prose written. Very nice.

[Omnia]

Thank you for your comments.
Appreciated.

[Omnia]

" . . .upon that misty night
in secrecy, beyond such mortal sight
without guide or light
than that which burned so deeply in my heart
that fire 'twas led me on
and shown more bright than the noonday sun
to where he waited still
it was a place where no one else could ever come."

From Dark Night of the Soul  ~ St. John of the Cross




Like flames they rose to heaven
the spark of pure fire  is released
when the heart breaks . . .


O ~