The Wraith
I have felt the dark of night
And heard the tears of dawn.
I have often been an unwilling pawn
In the circumstances of life.
I have tasted the sweetness of rain
And breathed deeply of fate's scent.
In many moments of sorrow I have spent
My time and dreamed my dreams.
I have seen my hopes defined
By the cruel hands of fate
And I have written upon my slate
With chalk of many colors.
I have touched the sky with yearning
And waded in waters of faith.
I have bid farewell to the wraith
I once thought myself to be.
I now feel the peace of night
As joy and sorrow collide in my life.
I welcome the thunder and the gentle rain
That invade my heart, my soul, my dreams.
I will not allow myself to be defined
By the shadows of somber colors.
I accept and embrace this yearning
For all that I am yet to be.
Regis
Ron
Cheers moi spp,
Dan
This poem flows and glows exquisitely... "The Wraith" maid its way to constellation Sublimity.
Healthy blissful creative life, Poet!
In respect and admiration,
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU