031610j Before Darkness Come Poem by Manonton Dalan

i'm trying to go up to that hill
to stretch my hand in victory
to scream to the world i did
face the heaven and wait
for lightning to strike me
rain will pour vengeance

every time i think i chuckle
why the hill not the river
where i got my first swim
where i caught my first fish
where i took my first kiss
where i dream start to finish

no sense of doing but shadow
lurking silently moonlit below
if there's left of teasing sand
running through my veins i would
for dust to settle before darkness come
is a known cycle we should overcome