as with each season's turn of leaf
and darkness fell silent that night / one man’s freedom, another’s fight / such disbelief and questions rife / yet, even in death, there is life / distorted shadows ebb and flow / shrouding all as I let you go, / but out of the depths that I mourn / a renewed sense of hope is born / as with each season’s turn of leaf / hands of time will encircle grief, / under rainbows …