Treasure Island

Allen Steble

(20/04/1987)

Twilight


I feel the wintery breeze
beneath my cold bare feet
blowing of windy trees
among the forest's street
there is a narrow path of light
that guides me through that path of night.

I feel the scorched blanket of sand
Blisters welting upon my hands
pacing slowly and short of air
but I do press on bereft of care
the stars are clearest in the desert night
so I follow them sure, till the morning light.

Time is short, the hours are few
the blizzard of dark gives me a clue
as the storm draws nears me
it gets harder to move, difficult to see
yet there is a river of light
flowing into the ocean of night.

Let this light guide me
Through the darkened night.

Submitted: Thursday, April 18, 2013
Edited: Friday, April 19, 2013

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Poet's Notes about The Poem

The world is a beautiful place, but there is much darkness that still prevails, yet there is always hope and a guiding way to get through. Be mindful and never give up hope.

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  • Roseann Shawiak (4/26/2013 3:07:00 PM)

    Definitely like the essence of this poem. It flows, leading one into the ocean of night. Also, I love the desert sky at night - it's so spiritual. Thank you for sharing with me. (Report) Reply

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