Comes Another Day
Sleep moves to a distant shore
miles beyond this sullen night;
Darkness grabbed the last of sun
and removed it from my sight.
Echoes of words long gone by
now bring memories to mind,
Painting pictures black and white
of a life been left behind.
Thunderstorms rage endlessly,
marking time within the heart;
Yesterday’s lost on the tide
as dreams start to fall apart.
Somewhere through the murky fog
moves the one that some call Peace,
Hand in hand she runs with Hope
though the chains are not released.
Further from the trodden path
they carry the candle’s flame,
Lighting that which can’t be seen
by those cast without a name.
Pages of this unread book
begin drowning under mist;
Patience is the virtue lost
waiting for a broken tryst.
Morning drifts through rolling clouds
and small darts of light appear;
Minstrels sing of heroes born,
but in times so far from here.
Tomorrow’s now moved beyond
the tall mountains of today,
Sleep is washed quick from the eye
and a priest begins to pray.
Emptiness renews itself,
roosters crow the breaking dawn;
Once again the tortured soul
bids farewell to those now gone.
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