Shooting stars
Twilight dusk
Memories appear
Twinkling lights
Points in time
Gather far and near
Distant orbs
Galaxies
Now seen crystal clear
Midnight tiptoes here
Category: Metaphor
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Long Road
How do I find the way from here
Past this pain and the chain of fear?
Why is the cliff edge taunting so near
Rutted track as I try to steer
Threatening all that I once saw clear?
Sun turns to mist and stars to mist
Shards of ice in a trembling fist
Eyes that yet burn with frozen tear
Search for answers in troubled past
Hope to find a way home at last
Here I wait for the light of dawn
Fighting through til the fog is gone
No matter what, I will hold on
Through this painful ponderous load
No matter what, I will go on
No matter how long is the road
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Broken Road
I set out to find my way
Many years ago
I stumbled, fell so many times
There’s one thing I know
That every road I traveled down
Took me forward, further on
No matter just how lost I was
There always came the dawn
I look back on all the time
It took to get here
I wish I could have seen the plan
Through each long, hard year
But I just smile on days long gone
All the things I’ve seen and done
And turn to face the road ahead
Always toward the sun
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Hope
Hope cries like the bird at night
Starting to sing before dawn
Fighting the dark’s chains of doubt
Finding a limb to cling upon
Undoubting the fact of light
Even when the last star is gone
Hope fights like the ship at sea
Rowing just as hard as they can
Unwilling to admit defeat
Despite the great dark ocean span
Fixing on the beam of light
That promises there is still land
Hope stands like the flower strong
Beaten down by the pouring rain
Seeing through the endless storm’s
Driving torrents and crushing pain
Still holding its head up high
With faith the sun will shine again
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Sculpture
This fragile sculpture made of glass
Trying to hold in my hands
Sometimes sharp though beautiful
So close no one else understands
Afraid to let the pieces drop
Who knows what happens when it lands
Turning it round and round to look
It changes shape before my eyes
The light comes in – so different now
Intense emotions fall and rise
I can’t tell when I’m touching real
What is this object’s shape or size
I’m told to shelter, watch it grow
Just focus on what’s here today
But it feels out of my control
So hot it’s hard for me to stay
That heat is molding, fusing bonds
Look through the glass to see the way
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The Race
Four and twenty blackbirds
Sitting in a tree
Picked a peck of peppers
And took them all for free
You can talk to me til
You are blue in the face
But do not judge until you see
The tortoise win the race
The tortoise is the hero
The hare is the fool
In this tale but do not take
This as all life’s rule
The moral of the story
If you really care
Is do not judge another’s place
Unless you have been there
