…A sunrise of tomorrow
holding answers
from the questions of now
A guiding light
in the twilight of a man’s life where
the dark collides with
the blinding light
Raging on with the glimpse
…a candlelight
Guided by the beacon
of dancing stars
Holding on to it
with fading
breath
of each painful step
Reaching the end seems
a triumph of you
over storms and the reign of madness
Hunger strikes
like a deep hole
longing for more
Lasting the battle
with weary swords
you sit and ponder
over fields of
fool’s gold…