Cool clean air raising gooseflesh on limbs near an open pane.
Blackness beyond the frame as night ebbs in an ever present way.
A crescent of light on high cannot illuminate the broken pain that hides.
A silent cry for stars and skies to leave all this fear behind. To find the dreams that sleep provides.
To find the fragile place inside where hope still lives and cannot die.
No matter how deep and dark the night.