Trapped at dawn in a drop of dew on a wilted leaf;
Stuck at dusk between the pages of a book on dying;
Woven in the motions of a discombobulated world.
Entwined in the cries of migrating birds.
Rapture. Or despair.
Emerging from a grief that will not be silenced.
Rising from the ashes of a soul that refuses to die.
Abandon. Or faith.
Cradled at dusk in the folds of hands joined in prayer;
Born at dawn from the knowing of a voice deep inside;