Image Of The Night Poem by Alex McCullough

The image of me I never knew,
Has snuck away into endless night,
A part of me can still feel it close by,
Emerging like an echo out of my soul.
The night's go by which I can't stop,
No matter how many day's come my way,
The morning's urge me to keep going on,
Over the hills of dusk I've known.
This thing's been carved into my bones,
That gift called determination,
So whenever I'm ready to give in,
I'll still rise up and head towards the end!
The magic deep within my heart,
Sends these dreams of mine out like the stars,
Revealing that constellation of the real me,
To be the only comparison to my soul.
They say the closer you get to something,
The harder it is to hold onto,
But I'll never release these hands of mine!
I've lost count of how many times I've cried,
From the sight of not making it in time,
Losing your grip of what's precious to you,
I've fallen down onto my knees.
But ever when it feels like it's all lost,
That light keeps shining at the end of it all,
And I'll never take it forgranted,
So let's go.