In retrospect the soul that is left benign to seek solitude cradled in the divine. Searching for improvement within an individual the reflection in the mirror is truly mine. Less the word observed rendered upon the landscape Equal in our measure The shortest day it’s light shall be like treasure If the voice calls to emanate The darkness within the soul Resonates with sounds of surrender Cast shaddows over the whole Less we run from responsibility Or question our reasons why For some the remains undaunted They too do or die In the end of all creation Ballanced on the wheel No singularity evades of its purpose Only time can help us heal So many pass by this way ,overlooking the reality staged in part. And although the mind is open the images are engraved on the heart