The slowly falling light
Somehow reflects in your eyes,
A depth has ever burned so bright,
As an impression never dies.
Through the branches broken
Comes the light of setting Sun.
And the words 'til now unspoken,
Remind us of what we've won.
But words which have a voice,
The words which still speak not
Of two paths and of choice,
But of battles to be fought.
So in this failing glow
I'll take your imagined hand,
But for everything we don't know;
In tomorrow's darkness, we stand.
Author notes
Hope.
A contest entry
- WHAT DO YOU SEE? [2] by skylark anointed.
800 points, ended August 6, 2008, 22 entries
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Comments
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This smells of adrenaline and possibility! I apologize for not commenting sooner. Thank you for entering my contest.
All the best to you,
Andrea
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Hey I really like your poem. Very deep... Thanks
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