The White And Bright Poem by Paul Warren

A ghostly trail brighter than the sun
As I walked I couldn't remember how it begun
When I pondered the start of it all
Or what in fact I did last recall

The light was bright and glaring strong
I was compelled to continue along
As I went further forward there was a feeling
Of inner contentment with no earthly dealing

But then the light diminished some
And I woke up at where it had all begun.

© Paul Warren Poetry