The clouds burn away as the sun also rises. All is cool but warming, all alive but still. Man continues his unending search for meaning…still.

Where is all of this headed? It takes on so much more when it is brought so close to home. I was happy once and may perhaps be there once again before I go. May it perhaps be so?

Someday all that never came may come and all who were never served may be served and those left for unhappy may hear a heartbeat beating yet again. All may not be lost.

I journey back to the emptiness of youth when life is first cast before the eyes clothed in simple reality and the dreams and hopes are assigned within the heart and soul to a lesser place. Some see past this while others never do.

I confronted such challenges and believed, to the degree within me possible, that I had overcome…or at least bypassed…the tests that came. Spirits have a way of rising again, as the sun, as do we also until we do no more.

Spectres challenged but not erased and no longer apt to remain in darkness, hiding. Emboldened by our weakness and the passing of our years they regain their strength to face us down yet again.

But here, now, beyond the battle, in advance of that foe, there no longer remains the hunger and unknowing interest in what may lie beyond the lines which they so endlessly protect.

Here, now, after so long in the fight we are no longer blessed by ignorance. Now, we are fully aware of what is no longer ahead and beyond but is, rather, here and perhaps even behind.

The fight is rejoined but not without the desire once given us. We seem devoid of that passion and commitment. Life can seem so lifeless at those times.

Advancing or advanced, we are now so wise and unimpressed and, yes, afraid I fear. This is where our lives have led us to and left us with, some would say only if we allow it to be so, but not allowing it does not make it go away. Closing your eyes does not make the ghosts disappear.

It just may seem so or be hoped to be so.

The sun rises higher still and all about now stirs and returns to life or to the living. Memories and recollections of things past may return and may this day embrace or encumber us but in residence they remain, alive and faintly palpable.

So the sun rises and so too will it set. On this day and those ahead both like and unlike it will rise and it will set.

Until that day unique and reserved for each of us when, perhaps within full view of our spectres and our past, it will do neither any longer.

Silence comes at last to those who wait..even ghosts eventually move on.