Monday, December 18, 2017

just a little while longer

Dark now days,
poor vision thy night.

Desolate Megiddo,
a windswept plight.

A far off light,
through dismal gloom.

Sombre thy day,
concealed is the moon.

"Hidden secrets, await our morn,
exalt companions in this days dawn."

Not much longer,
under these dismal skies.

Assuage will be replete,
through faiths salved eyes.

Just a little while longer,
all shall be revealed.

Light for thy day,
salvation is sealed.

QJD 2012