Vistas
by , 04-06-2009 at 07:12 AM (1057 Views)
The sun, shining now
indicative of a fine
Vernal Equinox
that seems to bring hope;
at least a semblance of hope
to a bleak wasteland
of a sad mind's eye
that wishes to close itself
& hide from vistas
of bleakly sterile
landscapes of moribund pain
& empty horror,
casts the rune of joy
so that my mind can open
up to the daybreak
with new horizons
that will stretch out before me.
Will I greet the dawn?



