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.