Lux in Tenebris

Beryl posted under PenMuse-12 Poetry on 2019-10-15



Of all my wanderings I only remember- Jagged moons on the hills, A scattering of stars, And faint whispers of nights In valleys filled with snow. Sometimes I recollect Sudden bursts of bright dawns, The sweeping arrival Of the momentous sun, The last breath of winter On lonesome peaks afar. Now thunderous clouds roll Into the dim distance Of the creeping darkness And the heavens begin To cry, as tears of rain Fall from the dying sky. I sit all by myself In a shriveled garden Where seasons have vanished. Neither spring nor autumn, Neither flowers nor fruits, Grace the passage of time. The long years turn to dust Twilight fades and grows faint The foretold hour draws near In the far distance chimes The dreadful bells of gloom- Soon the clock too will stop. But when the night takes me To lands beyond shadows Of this life and that death; I hope I shall awake Somewhere my soul shall leap With joy at journey's end. ___________________ ___________________