Off to the mountains, Another side of the world is lit. Down here, the darkness engulfs us, stirring inky thoughts to my coffee addled mind.
If I can just follow the sun in the mud trails up there, and cleanse my soul with its light…
maybe I will hear the songs of the Earth again.
* * *
The city is vibrant with dancing lights
but there’s only one light I’d like to see;
I’m patiently waiting for the sunrise–
dawn of another chapter of my life.
I traveled far, confused and frightened
as page after page of my book unfolds,
a country lass trying to be strong;
the road was long all way up here.
Dark, cold, cloudy midnight sky,
greets me with a disapproving eye;
still, I look beyond that portrait hung
to reach the Painter’s loving hand.
I’m here waiting for the sunrise,
ready to kiss that first light.
* January 15, 2015 *