Only Light

October rain hits gently against the darkened window night,

As the fire burning crackles and holds the only light.

A projected shadow looms, dancing wildly on the wall,

There, sat a single figure looking so meek and small.

A blank stare is held, without much of moving lash,

Tears ran fluidly, as is if there were an infinite stash.

Unsteady hands hold a picture tightly, with a longing to see,

Because of unfortunate events, that will never be.

A weak hopeful prayer whispered numbly, from dry lips,

Praying the pain away that is covering them, like a total eclipse.

Lisa Ellison

Written: 6/19/2016