In the midst of complete darkness
The storm tears ashore
As the wind blows with force
Cloudiness hovers
Where do the unspoken words go?
Or the shattered dreams
What if the moonlight is not enough?
Will the stars shine?
What if the flame does not last?
Will there be light?
What happens when sunrise is here?
Will there be hope?
...all the questions you have penned...all speak of one wish...hope...and that is light....in the midst of complete darkness.
your poetry is light Anita...
well done...
John
your poetry is light Anita...
well done...
John