moonlight311

The dark oppressive tunnel is just an illusion; Looking closer I see soft autumnal colours – Leaves that are the true make-up of the canopy Above my head, bent in submission of acceptance; Ahead the soft filters of sun rays expose slowly To my world-weary vacantly resigned eyes And I realise that I am about to enter the most Beautiful, exotic garden I have ever seen … The warmth of the gentle sun is welcoming and The soft mellow sounds of bird-song fill the air … Am I dreaming? Is this heaven? Have I died? Or am I finally accepting that peace can be found In the most unexpected of times and places Along with a belief of wh

Tripping, tumbling, falling Completely hoarse from calling Your name over and over again … Is there no end to this pain? I cannot go where you’ve gone We no longer sing the same song I wish I had gone with you … But my journey is not yet through