a night by the beach

The air was brisk under the moon's watchful gaze as he hurried along the weaving path below him. Dark clouds and even darker skies were the answer to his heart cry to be made free as the emptiness that drifted between his mind and heart seemed to grow wider the more he pressed on. Crows lingered in the distance, their noise a reminder of where dark paths lead, stirring the night sky with familiar fear. Would he ever return this way again? Was he doomed to search for the undefinable, that which cannot be seen? Would he find it, and in finding it find it wasn't worth his search? Who holds the keys to the rooms in his soul, where hidden inside is the light of a new song that could shake the dawn and cast light where never before could be seen the image of the sun rising in the East to the sound of a billion songbirds enraptured in the beauty of the Almightytearing through the firmament in the only way left to Him to get our attention. Surely we are blessed