The Light

The light which gazes upon me
pleased and warm

The trees which wither and wave
torment my soul

Innocence which is blinded by –
unconscious thought

Comes into the light and grows.

The encircling seas divide my days
lonely and naked

Nature spins her web and forces us
to think

At life which begins to pass us by –
inhabitable dens of insanity

Comes into the light and grows.

What are loves moments of peace 
for decades at war

The voices which once echoed 
are blocked by the vines

Innocence which is lost in – 
unconscious thought

Comes into the light and goes.

©HT

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