by trentm32 » 3/14/2005, 9:58 pm
too dark to see the clouds,
as the lightning rips the sky
a Greek view of the psyche,
where the lines and colors lie
tear away the lost in me,
as I watch you drift away
broken dreams, no place to be,
with such a tiny part to play
so I'll see the midnight, bright as day,
as you fear what you don't know
but I'l walk on through the darkess,
and find the lantern's glow
"When looking up there, I just felt whole, like I belonged. Like one day I too would shine my most brilliant. Sitting there also made me think about sitting through services at my little country church back home. About that never-changing congregation of the same sixty-seven people and everyone has known you since before you were born. Now, out here in the real world, everything just seemed more vivid than when I used to sit in that little pew. That pew that was now so, so far away from where I was. I feared I had somehow left God behind there, too. I feared he was somehow just sitting there, saving my seat on the fifth pew from the front row, just waiting on me to come back. I left so quickly, I worried that he may not have noticed I was gone. And, now, I’m just too far away to find. So he’s just sitting there, patiently waiting on me to come back. I closed my eyes and prayed a moment. I hoped more than anything that he could still hear me." -an excerpt from my novella,
A Sea of Fallen Leaves.
<a href="http://www.soundthesirens.com">SoundTheSirens.com</a>
You have no idea how much you made my day today when I read that!
your poetry is very inspirational 
