She paused at the door and turned to take one last look at the place she had called home for so many years. Though every last detail had already been packed into boxes and taken away, all she could see was everything she had finally learned to leave behind.
Hiding the tears in her eyes, she smiled and looked away.
And in that smile, for the very first time, all that he could see were the walls he had once hoped she would never need to put up, and wondered how long they had actually been there without being noticed.
She sang out sweetly
And in her song I could hear
My own heart breaking
In darkness, we surrender as if by choice
To muted slumbers, in safe delight.
But it’s the tiny blackbird that finds his voice
There in the daunting dead of night.
His song cuts the silence, filling the sky
And from it, a spreading symphony is born.
Indeed, it’s the fire in your spirit which must never die,
Let it sing, like the blackbird, at each new dawn.
Qualms rise like the tide,
Disrupting peaceful waters.
Sleepless ebb and flow.
Two people talking.
A universe opening.
Time disappearing.
TheRuthieRose 