In the sorrow of a long slow rainy day I found a secret.
I keep it in my pocket, like a watch on a fob, fastened to my soul.
The time on its face forever reads the same: Time to change, time to grow, time to love.
I hide it from the glow of the sun and from the glare of the moon, stashed away from the light.
I show it only when it serves to, when the time is right.
Walking down a bittersweet hall of memories I look forward, not daring to look at these walls.
To left, to right, behind my back are the shadows that once loomed, but now sit penitent.
They wait for my approval before letting themselves be shown, and I am a staunch parent.
Ahead the thing that looms is the essence of the dawn. I cannot stop it, try as I may.
I try because I fear.
I fear that the shadows may awaken when I least expect, and cast their spell again.
Yet, I have that elixir, buried deep within the corners of the pocket in my soul.
I’ll show it to you. I’ll share it. I would give it all to you, to still the sadness and reopen your heart.
For Judi, my friend.
(You already posses this secret, you know.)