RedRavenPoems

They say it’s the darkest before dawn

When the new day is not yet born.

When shadows play, and joy is torn.

Yet there is a glimmer of light

A way to survive the plight.

A way to stand and still fight .

The sun will rise, golden and warm

And hope will flood into ones soul.

We have survived another night.

Everything okay. A glorious sight.

The dawn beams break into three

They pour into you, they pour into me

This. Is how it should be.

Forever into eternity.