RedRavenPoems

Ever so softly we stay to the course

Trying to live filled with remorse.

Softly we speak, the burdens will fade.

Perhaps one day they will turn away.

Swaying in the wind like a magnificent tree

Yet until that day, the darkness spreads gloom

From dim shadows our inner doom must loom.

Someday perhaps the light will return.

Towards the golden dawn my heart will yearn.