I lay outside,
the sky a dark blanket overhead,
clouded, maybe, I could never tell.
No moon, no star to guide my way,
to show me through to the light of morning.
I breathe the cool air,
the damp of dawn a distant dream,
coming, maybe, I could never know.
What sustains us then, but hope?
What surety do we have the sun will come again,
but memories and faith?
I feel the beat of my heart,
a solid rhythm to remind me of days to come,
nights that will pass,
time that will change.
The reassurance that the stars will return,
the moon will come again.
I lay my hand over my chest,
close my eyes for just awhile,
the darkness seems almost the same,
at first.
But I am lost,
waiting for the starlight on a starless night.
 The March Haress · Sun Mar 07, 2010 @ 08:11am · 0 Comments |
