Gliding down the corridor
Pitch dark, while yet ahead the
Smallest shaft of light
reflected by a
Quarter moon,
Wafting its indigo gleam,
Cutting through the night as if
Fear suddenly turns to
Hope like a
Diamond in my hand.
Gliding down the corridor
Pitch dark, while yet ahead the
Smallest shaft of light
reflected by a
Quarter moon,
Wafting its indigo gleam,
Cutting through the night as if
Fear suddenly turns to
Hope like a
Diamond in my hand.
Exquisitely evocative of the moment Bela, and it was almost as if I were standing in your shoes – or perhaps I should say ‘slippers’? Sometimes we need the dark to see the light. H <3
For sure we live in a world impossible to imagine without contrasts. Blessings and perpetual thanks, Hariod. ❤️
Lovely ending.
Thank you so much! Wrote this one quite awhile ago, but it spoke to me recently.
Beautiful Bela.. May your path always be lit, for you light us up with your wonderful words..
have a perfect weekend.. Blessings Sue
Thanks so much, Sue! May you have a perfect weekend as well! <3
It was very visible and bright light coming from the sliver of the moon. I saw it’s almost surreal power in such a small slice to hold so much. The d I among image really fits, too. You know how to write intriguing poems. 🙂