Nevertheless

There is indeed light in the darkness.
If oh so less
  than the glow we recall.
But hope nevertheless.
Painful tears of realization, clinging,
In vain? In pain? To that silvery rope.

A song. Remember the song?
A melody that breaks the quiet.
Familiar and distant. Echoing chants.
Warm against the cold church walls.
Eternal? Is it all? The fall?

There is indeed time during the fall.
Fleeting, yes, and desperately so.
Yet passing none the less.
Frantically we pull and tear and call,
To prolong? To end? The quiet emptiness.

Do not cry my love. Hold me now.
Sad and beautiful. Longing.
No end. No heaven.
No why. No where. No time. No how.
In the light of the music of the dark.

Nevertheless