Dawns Empty Spaces

For over five decades we've drifted on, as if cast or betrayed by this physical animation. Our spirits drift in and out of the warmth of ardor; hearts grieve of past doubt. The soul never gives up, nor does it give in; it lets go while filling its cup; Remnants have been found in those empty spaces. Her paths done trodden left footprints in places. Can I follow the imprints of her past or her future? I search for her hints; elusive words are even fewer. As she dwells of the forgone, can I become a treasure, or will the dawn be withdrawn?     background & poem by Gary Hodges

"Dawn" by Daniel Campbell