Her, hope, and love

My muse, my sun, my kingdom come, words so true I speak to thee.
This truth although be deaf and dumb, your heart would speak to me.
A sight be known, but only to the one within the light.
A piercing beam, a pleasant dream, a beacon through the night.

Oh Faith I've found, so true she be,
Reprieve from raging storm,

 Brought to my knees, by gentle breeze, mending heart so torn.

My Heart Cries, Out would yours cry back? Though far, you'd seem so near.

Would your heart please sing to me, your song could conquer fear.

Poem by John M. Simmons II