The last words echoed through my mind
a story that I’d chanced to find
I knew the hero’s heart would mend
a journey that would never end
our lives had been intertwined
somehow our stories so divined
the pain and struggle of his life
So paralleled my daily strife
The truths of distant galaxies
the struggles lost in stormy seas
the night so long and oh, so dark
a hint of hope, the faintest spark
I felt the pain, the tragic loss
a soul despaired, life tempest tossed
simple words jumped from the page
and pulled me back to timeless age
For from such stories simply told
I feel a tear drop in my soul
a cry that opens up my heart
a breaking down of life apart
And as one tear becomes a flood
I know again that life is good
that from the darkness of the night
the morning will bring heaven’s light
tio stib, 2015
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