By
Aetre
A lantern
dangles from my hand
Lights were made
for nights like this
When starless
black becomes abyss
And cold wind’s
whispers turn to screams
Downpour spreads
across the land
Through this I
travel, and, traveling on,
I shut out
thunder’s dreadful song
And with the
lantern bear my dreams
For I now seek a
greater light
Than this little
lamp can release
I long for the
warmth, the calm and peace
Of rain drowning
in a pool of sun
May morning’s
glow replace this night
And screams
become a playful laughter,
Sorrow, turn to
smiles hereafter.
The road is
long, and I’ve just begun.