Sunday, March 16, 2014

A Poem Draft


Long ago in a dream
I saw your face, just a gleam;
it was light, it was hope,
in the dark.

Long ago I had heard
a gentle song without words,
soft and low, spreading hope
in the dark.

Now I wander the earth
and I wonder life's worth
when the fight never ends
save with defeat again.
But hope grows where there is love,
where you are, and God above,
so I rise, so I fight,
though I must lose again.

Long ago in a dream
I heard your voice -- bright it seemed
in the dark.

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