This emotion, conspicuous as it is.
It rooted him in something he thought impossible.
The picturesque eternity; all but a vision.

There he stood in the midnight ray,
Contemplation beseeched his soul.
Loved and lost, his pride though, had not been battered.

He shed a tear.
Nothing more.
Sadness ensued, nevertheless.

He knew where he stood.
He knew where he was.
He knew he had to look beyond what was in front of him.

This journey, a road often trampled upon.
Not a stone was left unturned.
It was not shattered, nor broken.

Imagination ruled in his world.
A diamond that nobody could ever take away.
A diamond that could create; yet devestate.

He recalled the memories of years passed.
Replaying in his mind, over and over again.
The pain, the confusion; loss.

Reality seemed an uncanny resemblance of sadness that passed.
It struck a chord within him,
Threatening to pry open the scars.

He could forsee the present.
He vividly remembered the past.
He knew who he was.

As he crawled through the barren plains,
He saw light.
I saw through his eyes.