The night sheds light of a passing day,
and images and sounds of relationships unborn.
The traveler reminiscing of memories lived,
a seeker of meaning and better truths.
Like shadows which break from their object adorned,
their beauty and spirit seek birth in the dawn.
A whisper is heard from a distance – “missing you”,
a beacon of light to a world once known.
The night and the dawn each bound in time,
give passage to the searching traveler on this journey of rhythm.
A whisper returned, a memory released,
listens patiently for a sound growing fainter in measure.
Yet can be heard a sound from afar,
And the night sheds light of a passing day –
Salvador Francisco Alaniz