Defeating the Darkness

There where the light does not touch where few things grow and fewer still live a glimmer of hope, a storm does brew a river that sails itself to deep sea life into death, death to unknown Fields bathed in sunlight golden harvest awaits sing a song of bronze grain blown by winds of fate in the autumn of life A ship sails from yonder a distant shape growing near a welcome voyage waits me there where fruit trees stand tall and bees sing through flowers