Walking depressed somewhere

In the grim of night

When the lights were gone

And the hopes were quiet.

With sensibility of mind

Taunting cold and numb

The feeling of creeping strength

Which was awfully dumb.

In the darkness so profound

And the stones thronging in the way

There was every chance to fear

For the goal was far far away.

Then coming through some wood ahead

A glowing candle with flickering wick

Showing me a path to follow

Even though the late fog was thick.

The shifting of the breeze

And the gleam of the golden azure haze

Tempting my buoyant nature

And calming me for the waiting bright days.

manauwer