Your Light
By the light of stars I creep forward dark stillness a mist about my feet velvet black ahead carpet of moss beneath my tired bones no rest I see for miles into this endless night, but the stars never failing always above cutting through - points of hope surrounding this heart that has lost its way in a forest of grief and despair. Your light touches me through the dark canopy and I can see to take the next step forward.
Thought I'd add a short ditty I wrote during a comparatively extended period of madness, when I lost the power of reason:
Though Sorrow Mock
I shall not give you up for lost,
though grief prevail,
tears overcome,
strength fail;
Though silence join with ash
to prove all perish;
though sorrow mock my hope
for all I cherish.
I hope it's true, that there's truly some beginning at last to exiting grief's state. Having been there, I can vouch for its cruel domination. How far it extends is beyond our knowing. but I'll wager it ends. Life withers into nothing, for me a conviction.