he was, like a long disused room, dark and silent.
emotions and thoughts, shrouded and covered, dusty and disused
sitting in the dim light of curtained windows
seemingly discarded, piled about in ways confused.

Memories put away in the dark spaces thought safe
hopes and dreams discarded as time seemed to pass them by.
So he was, slowly, like the items in the long closed off room.
waiting, just waiting, for the time to die.

When the curtains were suddenly drawn and sunlight flooded the room
illuminating what has been long forgotten and put away
the dusty cobwebs of long idle parts of life
now rediscovered and brought back to the light of day

The cobwebs of time swept away as the fresh breeze sweeps the room
dusty covers removed from long forgotten desires
hopes and dreams rediscovered in their dark recesses
light resurrecting the long dead emotional fires

he is, at last, returned, brought back into the light of life
no longer idly waiting for the knell of the final bell
he is once more fulfilled, complete and whole, and it is
the light that came into his life that did the change compell