The Light
The light does surely leave us surreal
Enveloping dark therein;
Jousting thoughts can lead us on
Until sleep will rightly claim.
Therein the joy and the fear commix,
A tumbling pitch
Imagination’s game.
Imagination’s game.
But the blink of an eye
A revival swells;
Out of bewiderment breaks
…a clean, bright new day!
Darkest trials now put to rest
Virtuality guides you on, beckoning
“come …come along ...come this way”
Grahame J Flynn Views-in-Verse Copyright
