And so the darkness leads to somber sway,
as graphite smudge on pristine page takes bloom;
avoiding past mistakes that would consume
or left to build could eat this soul away.
My comprehension falters, starts to fray—
while searching for some purity of soul
I seek to find contentment to be whole
as stillness over-rides the end of day.
A dear friend of mine recently shared a poem which inspired this, sort of an echo back to his thoughts and words.