Still Time In the Dark Night
STILL TIME IN THE DARK NIGHT
In the dark night time stops to flow,
unmoving hands of the clock show
how desolate pathos could be
in wasteland for still life lonely.
Sunrise hour clock maker would know.
Clumped clouds gleam in astral halo,
moondusts flush ground in silver glow.
The light of hope shines remotely
in the dark night.
Mystic hope enshrouds land fallow,
bare trees soak it in wood hollow,
wait for the sunrise, wait to see
clouds melt, rains make green canopy.
In still time hides the bright morrow
in the dark night.
July 29, 2018
Rondeau Poetry Contest
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