Wednesday, February 20, 2008

Then

How deep does your soul go
Night shines its holy light
On a small decorated purple vial
Collecting rays that are never to be
Capturing moments pure, remembering times unsure
The purity of pain
The mask of hope, shattered, drops of pain trickling down
Gathered up the small decorated purple vial
Shining in the darkness
Sweet essence sublime
Memories still make me smile