Through the night love spilt it's soul, pages blurred into a manual.
The
rooster's
crow
beckoned a new day,
the pen dropped as a dead man.
His head raised from the stained wooden desk, the stack before him presenting a puzzle.
one
page
at
a
time.
Soul penned,
and heart released,
it is time for healing.
My sincere gratitude to my dear friend, True One, for allowing me to publish his prose from his 'From My Heart' collection.
