searching 
yearning 
heart brimming 
empty 
full 
Is there a rule..
knowing so much 
revealing so little..
baffled 
I see my reflection and beyond -
the hope 
the loneliness 
and the gift of love..
each carrying a life sentence of its’ own..
distinct
blinding  
leading us on
time alluding us before we know it’s gone..
we get small unaware 
the shadow of life covers us all
the tunnel will bury us 
Or we can stand tall
the draw is the light
at the end of the night..