Posted:Fri Jan 9, 2009 5:08 PM CST
Then Comes The Dawn ,From Blanket of Snow `63-`87
I remember the rainbows & the beautiful sunset after glow-There was laughter to share & some rest on a cool pillow,at day`s end. Circumstances had caused my heart to melt into a maze of oblivion. Staring through the window at the barron night,there appeared a reflection of a face. There was no comprehending any thoughts of what might have been-& nothing could be in proper perspective,when someone`s life is lost. One could engage in necessary compliance,but not attain realistic goals...Or even envy a mother`s new nest of birds in the spring.-& then,the colors of the rainbow seem to fade into nowhere. Suddenly,there are dewdrops on a barrage of greenery when summer comes,Along with it`s crowded beaches,& sidewalks,overflowing with bargain hunters....But,that too, will pass-like a flower that had it`s day of beauty. As I reminisce,my boundries seem like endless measures with invisable walls. The sun seems to dim,as winter approaches with it`s Blanket of Snow...One knows,at some point,there will be a union of the faintest of hearts & a vision of hope. Soon...the dawn will come again,another day will follow,& the sun will set. Tomorrow, the sun will continue to shine-but not as brightly as before...& then,again-there will be other rainbows,leaving an illusion of that familiar smile. -It was my son.