There was an ancient age
Maybe not so long ago
Where the dark clouds came
Casting shadows over the land
Silence wrapping old leather shoes
Like an unwelcomed journey
Torn, tattered; with little warmth
Burdening holes carried along the way
The cold persists above all
Never clear from below the clouds
What exists above, beyond our grasp
Senseless trudging down below
Surprise, an awakening moment
Rekindled thoughts emerge anew
Self-reflection, a fog on the morrow’s edge
Dissolving despair from simply cast rays
Shattered faith in desolation’s moments
Torturous shards, pointed fortress
Reveled pain as moments lost
Shadow-less void revealed from nothing
Breaks in the vast emptiness
Optimism transformed from hints
Sharp and focused our lens becomes
Stark secrets, divulging mirror pretends
We live in a world of clouded mist
Seeking breaks to see beyond the grey
In that moment after dissipation
Mind, spirit, and sky unite
2 comments:
It's there, Rob. You have me feeling it and teasing with glimpses. I just don't have a grasp though.
Your last verse gives me some hope to get a good enough view to get a handle on the situation
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I enjoyed the strong ties to nature in this poem. Nicely written.
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