Of Darkness and LightOf Darkness and LightAlone in the dark, lost amongst the weedsShe sits in her dead garden, the remnants of happier times scattered.They sift through her fingers like spilled sand, reminding her of what was lost.The drops, they fall, rolling off the backs of her hand to be nothing more than dark spots in dry earth.Is it rain? Hardly. Can you tell? No. The shadows hide her face.But wait...whats that light? That light, a crack in the window of her facade?No, it is he. The one, her saviour. The one that comes to rescue her from this patch of thorns.He embraces her, and the room explodes into color once more, the dead leaves now vibrant grass, the thorns now exuberant roses. The droplets that had fallen, now, nothing more than two small crystals at her feet.He has returned life to this dead garden, he was the one she had waited for all along.And, she smiles, once again able to walk in the light.