There comes a time
when desolate soul requires healing period,
its colors toned down
as though washed in translucent water
kissing the brow
a warm and pink shade.
Late evening hush has come to the streets
as the last vestiges of sangria sun
over the horizon.
Such is life as dawn, decision
out of pure nothingness.
can either be the simplest
or the most frightening thing in the world,
be it a budding rose
or a blank page
both in the end are represented
with a heartfelt wish, prayer and hope.
We are out there
breathing and searching for clues
in the darkness
knowing deep down that the right time,
is waiting for us just around the corner.
I am at a certain point in my life
where every fibre
every inch of my poetic soul
yearns for renewal
for a chance to leap forward and spring
into the world.
Photo credits: Joseph Zbukvic – Watercolor
Posted for ‘Midweek Motif’ @ Poets United
& posted on Open Link Night @ dVerse Pub