Poetry

Where the stars descend to touch the earth,
In the quiet spaces of our birth,
A song remains of what was lost,
A bridge of light, at any cost.

Through the veil of time and shadow deep,
Where the ancient memories softly sleep,
We find the fragments of the soul,
And weave them back to make us whole.

The convergence comes at the end of night,
A blinding flash of inner sight,
To see the world as it truly is,
And know the light was always his.