Never...

Dawn breaks with knowing for the first time in my life, the possibility of never- the small hope that I have wanes with each day, how long before that is even enough to sway gentle breeze to touch brow and lift down cast eye.
 
Shoulders tremble because the weight they bear that at one time seemed effortless now calls to see knee bent and palm to ground. Song in heart seems distant and wave breaks on a shore I'm bound to rest.
 
One day I hope to hear it call my name and bring me home once again. Until then, I set to its water my small light carrying heart as beacon so that she knows the way. I can do nothing more and hope that in time the ground on which I lay etches memory of my presence once carried and reads: "I was always here and never left."
 
Night photo 9
 
Closer To The Heart...
Some Advice. Don't Challenge A Man And His Family.
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