The Ending Untold

Tonight I woke from the strangest dream,
I was lost in a place I'd never seen.
In a forest dark, I walked alone,
Yet some tranquil light guided me toward home.

I saw you then, my alighting guide,
Your voice was starlight calling out from the sky.
I journeyed on, you turned away,
Too far you flew and I knew I couldn't stay.

The world began to come undone,
But to my home I knew I had to run.
I fell into an ocean gray,
But I just swam because somehow I knew the way.

Then daylight came, I woke again,
The sun was cold and cruel and nothing had changed.
I didn't cry, though I wanted more,
This wasn't new to me, I'd been here before.

Sometimes at night, I feel your shine,
Somehow I know or wish I left something behind.
You are an island, but your heart's the sea,
In my darkest place still calling out to me.

I know it's there, beyond the night,
Through the valleys over hills and mountains high.
My silver light, my shining guide,
Somewhere calling from your castle in the sky.

But the night is long, I'm growing old,
Our story may yet leave it's ending untold.
Will my guide, fade from the sky?
Is it you calling or an illusion of the night?
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Published on February 02, 2017 15:57 Tags: alone, life, loneliness, poetry
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