My footsteps splash as through the rain I plough
The shards of ice slash hard across my face right now
But freedom shouts from all the rooftops near
A ringing loud endorsement do I hear
The cold within my being warming slow
As further through the night my walk does go
A blast of air within my mind so clear
As all the ghostly images appear
The past I feel surrounds me in the trees
I listen to the people’s wailing pleas
But through it all I see the light from yonder glass
As someone else’s sanctuary I pass
Wonderful imagery! The light is never far away. We have only to seek it and it will be there. Welcome back! Regards, Sandra
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Atmospheric.
Many thanks