in search of dawn

it is the silence within the darkness.

it has no name.

it is a lost memory

  when hopelessness washes across the sand and pulls the wreckage’s skeletal frame, she calls to father to an empty horizon like a reflex that grasps to a sinking ship

we bid her safe passage to that underworld —sometimes his voice says her name and recalls her to herself again and illuminates his constant presence at her side he says, “it was true and real, so hold what you remember me and know I just ran out of time but I watch over you” he shows her his own faults and asks for her forgiveness .... this is how her story is not like Persephone who took the poison seeds

she says to him:

I cannot see beyond this darkness

but sadly he only says, “that is why you’re dawn, it is up to you to find the light”