A Finite Thing
dreams all gone
like autumn leaves
stolen by
cold winter thieves
left behind in
shattered pain
a withered heart
now wept in vain.
faith in all
inherent good
crumbled like
dead rotten wood.
night descended
dark and cold
that withered heart
no dreams could hold.
But winter is
a finite thing
melts into
a burst of spring...
barren branch
once stark and bare
awakens with
sweet golden fair.
And deepest night
is chased away
by the silver
light of day.
dark may linger
for a time ...
but always yields
to light divine.
and so it was
with vanished dreams
to spite eternity
it seems...
life returned.
New dreams were born.
Horizons birthed
an infant morn.
The withered heart
and broken dreams
awoke to new
orchestral themes
to dance and sing
of morning's light
and spring's most
glorious delight!
A finite thing.
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