someday it will come.

an unexpected train into the night. and then day.

finding what was not lost- but forgotten for but a small moment, that is a blink in the realm of eternity.

a blessing with unrealized words. until later years when growth beckons new understanding.

it will not come with a loud brass band. but a solo instrumentalist.

piercing the soul, softening the mind, cradling the heart.

what seems an impossible piece to play-

will slowly find it's way into the essence of your being. becoming more than the perfect performance.

in time it will become ageless. timeless. breathless.

not today, perhaps.
but someday- someday it will come.

and we must not lose hope.