Beams of light play off the walls,

Shadows dance all night,

The darkness quickly steals the light,

And the doors of day time close.

The dead of night,

The total dark,

Some moonlight seeps through glass,

The vast amount of broken glass.

Reflection time is now,

For the darkness can not judge,

Spill to it the secrets guarded,

And it will listen to the voice.

I don’t whisper,

I don’t breathe,

My heart does all the talking for me.

It speaks of what emotions flood,

Betrayal,

Jealousy,

Murder,

But as my eyes slowly cast their gaze out to the sky,

One emotion dominates and out shines,

Salvation.