The Promise
A weary traveler wandering in wasteland, I was adrift
on futile journey to nowhere destined to end forlorn,
along the contours of convoluted life in winter night,
when all the promises my dreams made were broken.
On the wings of southern zephyr you fluttered in my sky,
storm clouds of despair drifted away in depth of horizon,
where from chasm the rising sun lifted up my sunk soul,
sprayed shimmers of promising dawn on my jaded mind.
To the splendor of the sunburst horizon I will travel now,
traverse the retrieved landscape of life on garden path.
The latticed trail of joyous butterfly swarm I will follow,
when the sun will ascend with the promise of a new day.
I will rise like a bird from the debris of the shattered heart,
soar on ethereal air of yearning in your fervent firmament.
Before the dust of the twilight hour effaces my fading time,
I will fly back to your nest for the final rest, that’s the promise.
May 31, 2020
Contest : The Promise
Sponsor : Silent One
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