Can the past be redeemed?
Can the truth be retrieved
from amidst this pile
of tattered journals?
The dust that has collected,
must be sifted out from amongst
these scattered pages, uncategorized;
yet, containing the codes of a life
like nucleotides rearranged on a double helix,
twisting and turning along an invisible axis
of the original blueprint of life.
In the distance – a light –
bearing witness, to the tragic notes,
played throughout an endeavor
to peer through the darkness.
The dust is made visible
to the eye of the soul,
while the first ray of dawn,
shines through the window.
Every particle, suspended in the air,
for a brief moment, before settling,
on the floor, vanishing from sight,
like the incandescence of fireflies.