In Still Time
In the dark night time stops to flow,
broken hands of quiet clock show
how desolate pathos could be
in wasteland of still life lonely.
Sunrise time the clock maker knows.
Clumped clouds gleam in astral halo,
moondusts flush ground in silver glow.
The star of hope shines remotely
in the dark night.
Lost dream descends on land fallow,
bare trees suck it in wood hollow,
wait for the sunrise, crave to see
clouds melt, rains rinse green canopy.
In still time hides the bright morrow
in the dark night.
August 13, 2020
Contest : Strand Completely New (21)
Sponsor : Brian Strand
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