Revival

When the sad eyes sink at depth of dark to see light in the sanctum of soul, still like deep sea, find where do the tear drops you shed go to lie at the edge of scorched heart till they are dry. Mind then comes out of mist to glide with glee at silky pace like the fleet of clouds sailing free in sapphire stretch of no end in the seamless sky where beguiled life spreads wings to soar high. Tinged rays of the new sun glint the face of gloom, the revived buds of wasteland plants again bloom, splash of hue wafts to the soul that shines bright as it gets suffused with the divine glow of inner light. ________________________ April 21, 2022 Contest : Anything You Want-New Poems Only Sponsored by : Chantelle Anne Cooke