Memories laid to rest,
no longer vital
of lingering days that
had left me then in dismay,
like ancient times,
where civilizations were ruined and lost,
and even before that,
where the souls long passed, forgetting.
And the lighthouse waits
while they sit not heeding,
these times where morality has ceased,
and love for God, abandoned for love of 'self'
How crucial a time,
unprecedented,
starry nights are fading
and only the reminisce of light remains
and still we wait,
as cattle straying,
for the hour that is forthcoming.
-L.D.