Emotions/Feelings

The Vision

By June 18, 20152 Comments

DadThis poem is dedicated to my father who went home to meet his Savior last November. Rest in peace, Dad…

The Vision

Midnight falls to unspoken depths,
quiet is noisy – a shadowing death.
Flickering night lights fading with time;
distances neglected, short of its prime.

Stars bright and joyful dance in the sky,
blurred by the vision of a tear in my eye.

Depths deepened by love, forever in heart;
feelings of coldness like strength torn apart.
Night has its calling though darkness can’t see
the blithering illness that’s hidden in me.

Holding and hoping – forever’s goodbye,
blurred by the vision of a tear in my eye.

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