A tear in the fabric
Discarded and forgotten 
no time to mend the broken

The wind broke the silence 
and the leaves twirled 
unable to change their course.

Strong foundations seemed to crumble 
and rumble, left tattered 
and back to their original stone.

Was it too late to turn back time?
Have I had enough of this game of chance 
where no one wins?

The night brought an early chill, 
even though it was only late afternoon.
A voice seemed to stir 

from the rubble, from the tattered 
and torn into shreds.
The stars shined through

A reminder that all isn’t lost 
all isn’t gone in the dark.
There is a constant light that can never dim.