Soft whispers

mixed with warmth,

loose time and trials,

shining healing light

where locked doors once prevailed…

And there, in shadows unseen,

Hope finds reason to breathe again…

As neither regret nor loneliness

hold sway against the heart’s allowance

that surely more awaits ‘neath sunlit skies…

Outside doors without need for locks,

where trials and shadows own no rights…

For ‘tis here that time begins again,

and renewed breaths of Hope

revel in the soft warmth

manifested in whispers

known as

Love