Sunday, October 21, 2012

The lights

The lights have shuddered sullen
through deepest, blackest nights,
to show the way for you to come
home as as you had promised.
Forgotten and not counted,
are endless days and years,
of sighing, soulful shining -
of grief and beckoning.
The only way to bear the dark,
to stand it's hideous mock,
is countering it with brightness;
small squares of quivering hope.
And in the daily honouring,
this war against despair,
is brought the power of love;
wherever you may be.

Photo prompt.

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