A bridge of silver wings stretches from the dead ashes of an unforgiving nightmareto the jeweled vision of a life started anew.

You were born a child of light’s wonderful secret— you return to the beauty you have always been.

The dancing vortex of a sacred metaphor clashes horns and halos to make wounded music set to the tempo of a new era in brilliant labor.

History dressed up in the glow of love’s kiss turned grief into beauty.

Between death and hell a bridge shining silver wings offers his soul hope.

Love taught me to die with dignity that I might come forth anew in splendor. Born once of flesh, then again of fire, I was reborn a third time to the sound of my name humming haikus in heaven’s mouth.

Compassion crowns the soul with its truest victory.

The word 'survivor' carries a weight of remembrance that has broken the minds and bodies of more than a few men and women. It also contains a humbling light of recognition that compels many to do whatever they can to help reinforce the efforts of those who might be 'at risk' of not just giving up on their dreams, but of giving up on their continued existence.

Searching for a mind long lost I found it shaping colors and history near the cliffs of your heart.