Brighter Days

DesertWords

I shall wait for brighter days
and bluer skies.
I know they will come in spite
of the moment's darkness.
I know a crimson rose will appear
on the trellis beneath my window
and
yellow daffodils will dance with
the west wind in the evening.

Not if, but when.
If not today, perhaps tomorrow.
An inward certainty.
An assurance that fills all
the crevices of the soul.

In that time peace will prove stronger
than the coldness of violent minds,
hope will rise above the shroud
of disappointment and doubt,
truth will smile as deceit and arrogance
are disrobed
in the pure light of honest discourse.

I am impatient for the new morning.
The night is long.
The candle burns so slowly.
The mockingbird waits to sing
in brighter days under bluer skies.

  • Author: DesertWords (Offline Offline)
  • Published: May 24th, 2018 12:53
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  • LiterateLesbian

    This relates on a deep level. Beautiful words!



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