Sightless I see, within my mind
An ocean of timeless horizons
A tranquil night, this endless dream
the realm my being resides in
A scattered thought from a shattered light
spreads out and takes hold inside me
An echoed sound from a stream of silence
Clings on with a hidden binding
A well so deep, a depth so dark
A thousand memories to overcome
And yet this sound, a song renewed
Emerges saying, "What's done is done."
What has been lost, while yet not found
may be restored in days unknown
The empty vessel, the broken bond
Can mend in time - but not alone
The night, while dark, must still secede
And though it may grow long,
I wait in hope your light will come
So I may see the dawn.
This was in fact one of the first poems I ever wrote. It helped me to discover the passion I have for writing and although I only do it sparingly it has become one of my favorite pastimes.