Sense is real

Whisper to the rise-
Between twilight and the spaces in the light-
Within the nights that stole my life-
Muted by life's dark stain-

While I can scarcely define this moment in time-
The sun setting and stars rewritten-
Frost etched stretches all we've left undone-
Empty hands serach for spirit-

In a world of yellowed memories-
We're all victims-
Like thoughts twisted within the morning rays-
Finally, I understand heaven and diamonds, life and love-

So let the rain begin-
Washing my mind from recollections spoken-
To realize if spirituallity is the door to heaven-
Then the key lives in the universal sense of love-