Evenings Walk

Short Poem on Perspective.

The solitude speaks to me
in a voice from within,
and I understand.

Joy and sadness are mixed
with memories of youth
that reach into the here and now.

Everything that was
and everything that is
brings me to the darkness
where I am able to heal.

The night is my peace.
It is where I go to think,
to remember, and to forget.