Road To Redemption Poem by Adrian Antique

near the very end of this long, scorched pavement
are scores of flowerpots - some are empty, others are filled.
some are filled with nothingness, speechless of where we went …
others are bursting with stories of rainbows we shall build.
we walk on with our restless shadows, my only son and i …
dancing with our shafts of darkness - always there, never leaving...
our hearts never resting, our voices at times dry …
through this winding path, confused and tired, yet ever moving.
faith paints in our eyes the sight of sparkling embers …
waiting for sparks of laughter at the brink of this travel.
so, we quietly keep on, even if no one else remembers
our dreams and our faces as we slowly bid farewell.
love then is conversing with twenty-four moons and still counting …
moments of longing for the night sea and unafraid of waking -
unafraid of never looking back when the stars of June claim us
and we finally sing no longer bothered by the drowning storms that was.