When the Sun goes down -
The day diminishing,
and my
path
is no longer
LIT.
I cannot see my way -
My forest filling with a grey bleakness,
becomes silent - as I
Stand here alone with but a single torch of light,
small in the dark,
the flicker of it's flame -
DYING - but an ember -
little HOPE.
Like so much, so MANY things we hope for...
HAVE HOPE IN.
I stand here, I wait,
how to PROCEED.
Should I lose my small flicker,
then I am lost.
Oh - but this journey through these woods -
it has been for what?
To find what? To find WHOM?
Parts of me have become ungrounded along this trek,
like a mist,
Swirling in all directions and uncertain.
And from the corner of my eye - I see my flame go out!
And I stand - LOST - disillusioned.
No Light Of The Moon.
Nothing to light my path,
Give me HOPE.
A question crosses my mind:
If I have no light to continue on my quest,
how can I possibly give any further light to others?
What are the chances, Right here, Right now?
WHO -
Will be MY
LIGHT BEARER?
And the answer comes swiftly:
No one!
And so the darkness enfolds me;
and I must succumb.
