With rain flooding the streets & pattering down window panes, the scenery splashed with the ghost of your past - you peer into the blurred future; knowing now the need for change. As the sunlit mist is rising over the city & dew is dripping over the sleeping fields – your feet are a rhythm on the ground, a movement that pounds a repeating resolve; harkening your heavy heartstrings. Where a long fought love or a dream far reaching, is a rope unraveling. It is here, in the dim & in the approaching, where you dwell in the familiar fog of being known & not knowing. This is the haunted hopeful.