-- The End of the Night --

John Herlihy

The journey to the end of the night

Takes a path along a darkened way.

Dreams appear as mere specks of light

That offer little remembrance of the day.

Thru pitch darkness we do blindly roam,

Wandering ever so lost in this alien home.

A fabric of fears make themselves known,

From all those trials and tribulations sewn.

Night seems endless that we cannot escape,

As if bleak darkness we ourselves did make.

Until mercy arrives as we slip down a funnel,

In the distance a light at the end of a tunnel.

Never did we think to see an end to the night,

There in the distance lies the everlasting light.

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(c) John Herlihy 2 June 2019