The moon is whispering
Even though no one could hear
As the tides move in and out,
Her vanishing thoughts
Become visible
The stars are witnesses
Creating songs and stories
That only gods can perform
But as the night goes on,
Knowledge comes to Earth
Flowing like a celestial river
How do I reach it?
My time moves too quickly
And it's getting farther away
But even so, I'll continue on
I'll raise my voice
May it echo in the heavens
So a new dawn
May rise again
But effort is mocked
"You won't reach it," the darkness taunted
I reached out into the void
And grasped in the cruel wind
As wisdom was swept away
O Despair and Faith,
Erase these anguished dreams of mine
At the glow of the twilight
I will walk
Towards the dawn
I hear the
yearning of your words
http://www.postpoems.org/authors/9inety/poem/983152
Peace
Dylan
"One of the best results of life, is the torment of love"
Dylan Eliot