Since the First Stroke of Sunshine,
That I Gazed at the Dawn,
Till last Streak of Moonlight,
I Wonder How Much I’ve Grown!
No Matter how Harsh was the Sunlight,
No Matter how Scary was the Fight,
No Matter how Hard was the Path,
I had to Emerge Just Right.
In the Midst of the Gloomy Cloud,
As the Thunders Strike Fat and Loud,
I See a Silver Line; though Way too Fine.
There. My Lighthouse. So Humble. So Sublime.
Through the Curtains of Drained Eyes,
I See my Despair Elope
As, with a Will that will Bail Me Out,
I Chase a Ray of Hope.
Photo Credit: Hans