Visions
Lost in the Dark
Groping along
a country road,
where tree branches
clutch like the risen dead
come to claim your soul,
and the wind weaves
dancing, demonic shapes
in the shifting,
shadowy moonlight,
the lost, little child
longs to see,
beckoning through the trees,
the light from
the farmhouse window
which burns for her
like the fire in the grate
where a mother waits
to welcome her
and enfold her in love
which makes all
these fears foolish.
a country road,
where tree branches
clutch like the risen dead
come to claim your soul,
and the wind weaves
dancing, demonic shapes
in the shifting,
shadowy moonlight,
the lost, little child
longs to see,
beckoning through the trees,
the light from
the farmhouse window
which burns for her
like the fire in the grate
where a mother waits
to welcome her
and enfold her in love
which makes all
these fears foolish.
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Lost in the Dark
Lost in the Dark
