Treasure Island

Richard D. Remler


'Now faith is the substance of things
hoped for, the evidence of things
not seen.'
Hebrews 11: 1


Where the eastern wind
Breathes morningfall,
Where winter answers
Autumn's call,
I am.

Where the starlight fades into
The dreams of night,
And crickets serenade
The fading light,
I am.

Where the blue wonder
Of a child's eyes
Search through the deep
And darkened skies,
I am.

Where hearts drift sadly
With regret,
In despair too heavy
To forget.
Where disappointment
Clouds your day
And heartache plans
A lengthy stay,

I am the gentle song
In winter's sigh,
That spark of wonder
In your eye.
I am the burning embers
Glowing bright
The light of every
Star tonight.

I am the sunshine
On a quiet sea,
The sweetest touch
Of harmony.
That secret smile
In a prayer,
That lingers,

When the crescent moon
Sweeps away your fear,
And the beauty of the night
Brings cheer,
And your heavy burdens
'tis only me,
And I am always here.

Copyright © 2006 Richard D. Remler

Submitted: Sunday, August 19, 2012
Edited: Sunday, August 19, 2012

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