The Future Clear
Distant but ever so near.
Lucent as a rule becomes the way.
Sunrises storm the morning sky.
On a distant beach a lone gull cries.
Distant he says is what was.
Ever so near…he sighs
Ever so near as he spreads his wings to fly.
Ever so near upon a future clear.
J. Allen Wilson © 5/18/2009
Cynthia
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D
Peace, love, and light,
Amber "V"
That is a GORGEOUS image, and I love the imagery you paint on my eyes through your lines of hope, as well -
" ... Sunrises storm the morning sky. ..."
" ... Ever so near upon a future clear."
Your writing is soaring to greater and greater heights. Well done, my friend.
(((HUGS))) love and continued prayer, Karla.