Steve Santerre

Rookie (Montreal)

Surreal Sight - Poem by Steve Santerre

Moonlight from the distance
Reborn just for an instance
In the moment, I feel
Like a god, surreal,
White light all around
A brief peace, not a sound

Kindred ties with dust filled sky
Whose light I need, whose light I rely
For without that glimmer of shine
Without that uplifting touch of the divine
The purpose of our presence is lost
To say that all those walks and paths crossed
Meant nothing more than aimless flight
In time and space, early in day till late at night

A voyage into the tunnel of dark shadows
In desperate search for the light,
When found, all is seen, and the truth is known
Understanding that in life, we are never alone…

Listen to this poem:

Comments about Surreal Sight by Steve Santerre

There is no comment submitted by members..

Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Poem Submitted: Friday, July 2, 2010

[Hata Bildir]