I search the sky
For signs of rain,
Signs of trouble,
Signs of pain;
I search it,
Like a febrile brain-
For things they say
Won't come again.
I search the sky,
The starry plain,
For things the others
Might disdain;
And sense God there,
Just like a stain-
For when Light waxes,
Darkness wanes.
Absolutely stunning; I love this vision you have put before us. It is wonderful.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
here's to a light waxin' of the sky then....lol....merry Christmas you..... :)