It is the darkest, quietest hour of the night.
In the silence, faint whispers of the past whistle by....memeories...hazy,..but churning with emotion. Ripples. Waves. FLASH...polarized images strike closed lids like the fast broken reel of an old film played over and over again.

A deep breathe...you.... beside me, within me, surrounding me. My comfort. Fading...darkness...silence...and fear. The primal need to be a part of something, somebody....anything...faded...gone.

In that moment I am filled with bubbling joy. Bursting with happiness. Fulfillment because I am a part of greatness. Life infuses my sprirt again...in single memory...sensation of life tingles through my skin.

Suddenly the reel crackles breaks shifts and threatens to fly. then slowly....like the rumbling growl of a feral dog on whose territory I tread...shadows...thin threads of deep burgandy emotions drip through me. Anger, pain and the cold darkness of your departure. Erroding my soul like the the deeply crusted rust relentlessly attacking the battered pipes. In the darkest opening of it all there is a sound...something more primal than need...SURVIVAL....it bubbles, it gurgles...it fills my ears. In that instant the transformation begins...small drops trail their way through the dark opening...gathering in deep pools made of light and dark...building....flowing... free.

Life drains and fills us.