The room was filled with inky blackness, and only the faintest glow of light could be seen from around the edges of the door. Once in a while, that faint light flickered, announcing the existence of someone in the hall. The sounds behind the door were mostly low and muffled, but every now and then, a shrill scream or clanking of metal could be heard. The most alarming sounds were the sudden scuffles of feet and the dragging of nails across wooden floorboards. Stifled whimpers often followed the tousles, along with deep moans and echoing groans. Sometimes the light beneath the door would abruptly disappear and then reappear as footsteps faded away. It was a lonesome place, with very little to do, but the sounds could stretch the mind, and for that, it was anything but uninspiring.
Amid the chaos of our cluttered world, sometimes we have only but a past moment, something distinctly different from all the other colorless days. And that one solitary moment, the one we treasure with fondness and love gives us something to cling to when we can no longer see a single thread of light. Those rare moments exist to reassure us during the times when the dark dares to snuff out our light. That one blessed memory is often what unexpectedly sees us through.
Another day dims but the light of your love radiates brighter than ever. In this worn out, weary world you’re the one constant, the heart of who I am. You’re my shimmering star, the everlasting one whom I continue to follow. Even when darkness overtakes me, nobody, not one can change my mind. For you live within me, you’re the breath of my soul, the very reason I shine. I love you completely, and I will trust you with my life because you gave me yours.
Plainly put She needs more Not the pot of gold At the end of the rainbow But instead, that bit of light The one beckoning her From the end of the tunnel She walks cautiously Uncertain of where to step For the ground is uneven And the rocks are jagged Does she dare continue? That tiny bit of light Seems awfully far away She sighs… It’s likely just a mirage