Aisle

When shadows are undefined, Few candles flicker and lights become dim. For a moment I stay back, step into one of the mysteries. Somewhere I have left it, An innocent smile, some fragile tears and a crewel case. Cold winds, a sunset, an abysmal truth, some songs that I crooned in loneliness. Walking along the aisle, quiet echoes touched me. Through the crevice blasted in, rays of a young sun. My acme is yet to come, the door has just opened, to an uncertain eternity.