Brooke;

I found my light even if he is the darkness.We fuse into the dewy morning hours as mother paints the sky in greens and purples.When the birds cautiously remove the comfort of their nests from beneath them.But,just as well,we scamper into the shadows at twilight seeking out those who threaten all we become in those intimate moments before the sun rises.
-Brooke Smith
(July 29th, 2011)