for Nicolette, who coined the phrase, & for Robin, who lives it, too...


Writing Towards the Light

Fire consumes
shadowed eyes,
lost in anguish

for broken dreams
of Grandeur
that cannot
be retrieved...

We wail silently
with our bloody ink,

unfathomable
in our grief,

bruised
inconsolably

by our ravaged Hearts
that pulse too loud
when sleep will not come...

We wait patiently
to either
live or die,

unable to dance
without music
to beckon
our sorrowed bones...

Hearing our mournful
echoes,

the Muse reaches out
from a distance
to envelop us
in healing warmth ~

luminescent tears
cease to fall

& we are stunned
by the depths
of Hope

we still hold
sacred
within...

We write
towards the Light,

grateful
for every jagged breath...


~ November 15, 2005
1:05 p.m.




Poetry by Night Hope
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Written on 2005-12-10 at 08:30

Tags Hope  Love  Spiritual 

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