there were
words
thoughts
lyrics
melodies
photos
poems
prayers
and then it was dark
and silent
i knew there was light all around
and understood that life still was
but it had escaped me
i could neither grasp it
nor feel it on my face
or in my soul
until the eventual
long awaited
spring
when i started to enjoy the rain
and felt a wounded
but resilient
remnant
awake
about this: this poem marked a milestone – like when a movie transforms to color from black and white. Walking to my car with drops of rain falling on my head, all of a sudden, reminded me that something was still there.
Welcome back Mr. Smith