absence of shadows

on the blank wall no memory will stain
some depth of power indicating right
yet our connection with place is slight
a signal comes and our ears will strain
to catch each nuance none are plain
but bring with them an aura of fright
remaining from the deepest night
each of us recalls the weight of pain
never before would it be truly said
was there so much work left undone
and yet we feel completion will arrive
now we know there is naught to dread
all has become clear under the sun
and we rejoice that we are yet alive