The light is slowly lifting up
The obscurity that hides my soul
Touching, warming a heart
Immeshed in woeful sorrow.

Drying tears sadly falling
Cascading to the ground
While trembling lips remember
Days when sadness was
The sound.

But light does lift up
To a higher atmosphere
Creating beauty, happiness
In this that is our individual
Magic sphere.
~ Patrice

Sunflower ~ photo by Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson Р2013