Beyond The Storm Poem by Donald R Wolff JR

Visions breach the quiet of a silent mind
Of what forms in darkness held inside
The storms, they rage to draw a line
Always daylight descends, before an endless night

Arise, deathless taunts of make believe
A new born storm, another scream
Pursed by shadows for our deeds
Whence remains unholy ash, unseen

Wake us not from golden bliss
Beyond raging storms of Hell's, Sweet Kiss
For what is now, is just a wish
Built by the heartless none shall miss

Beseech Thy mercy along this shore
For one 'Hell' you leave- You live three more
Heed the lesson of 'Thy' storm
Dreams lead the way to Heaven's door

(03/07/2018)