Soft Light

memories float like feathers

embers flicker into flames

we dig, searching for treasures

to make ourselves a name

lanterns protect the spark

helping us to find our way

a rare, luminous arc

illuminating the shade

and it's light falls, like forgiveness

tranquil and as soft as a whisper

the healing comes as a process

reviving life from the ember

until the past finds its place

in our hearts, warm and tender

leaving a glow on each face

feeding on what's left of the tinder

then, the ashes blow free

wafting up into forever

riding the temperate breeze

bringing the pieces together