Rain washing on pavement

Footsteps echo like thunder

In this small place

 

Even shadows hold beauty

Cracks along uneven stone and brick

Iron wrought stairs to the places of heaven above

 

Moonlight through a dusty window

Night creeps silently on wings

Whispers of the city float upon threads of hope

 

Grand bedchambers constructed of paper

Burn in the heat of their own beginnings

Peace settles upon a bottle of dreams

 

Despair waits silently

Cobwebs of failure teasing the mind

Nightmares of a non-existent world

 

Dawn comes brightly

On the shining wings of an angel

Bright and blinding as the sun

 

Psalms raise hope again

Pasts leak away like water

Bottles no longer hold dreams

 

Pride walks into the world

Holding salvation’s gift

A weak hand becomes a fist

 

Into the sky calls

The voice of new promise

A soul has been born again