where once was light

in twilight mist,
in shades of gray,
where once was light
in dark alone,
my heart now roams.

whispers of hate.
tendrils of fear.
where once was light
in shadows leer
memories of shame.

where has the joy
of my heart gone?
do death and grief
foretell my end?

am I lost, never to find home?

in city streets,
in dark and rain,
mocking lies sear
my heart of flesh,
now turned to stone.

enshrined in pain,
enscribed in flame,
mocking lies pierce
my heart of stone,
now grown cold.

where has the joy
of my heart gone?
do death and grief
foretell my end?

am I lost, never to find home?

or even now,
can there be hope
for an old heart like mine?

9 February 2010 by Glen Alan Woods