Her Heart 

Held her shadows

Hostage, ambiguous

Daring light's solstice

Whispering promise

Her thoughts drifting

Sensing moon's waning

Light cloaked behind

Clouds seeding rain.

There was never a time

When she didn't believe

When she did not mind

Life's haunting reprieve.

Her darkness whispered

Solitude shouldering no

Blame or censure

Her heart consenting

Never forgetting taking

Those final steps

Against change into

A light without promise.

Edwin James