Stumbled Poem by Cat Hodgson

I stumble at anticipations door

Where the passionate sun illuminates light

The darkest cloud fell to the earth hindering my travel

The misty moon afar fogs my human eye

But lo, the vision door is closed like dead of night

Latched in place no longer waiting my hand

Wishes dances under the midnight sky

Waves splash through my soul,

dreams are still fresh in babbling heart

Where might I find such kindred spirit?

Who speaks this language as I?

For his wings flap not with me to sing

I was too late,

on he went to sing another’s song..

Proverbs 3: 23...



©Cat Hodgson