Blissfull pain!

Shut the door of the past,
trying to ease the pain.
Dream of fading lights empty or insane.
How hard will they try? Everything's gone.
How long will they walk alone?

The churning of the stormy ocean come look upon like calm,
A thorny bush with hallucinations of a palm.
An image of green pastures ahead is hope to push on.
So many faces all around yet the birds crying a song.
A song that revervberates in the deepest corners of the mind.
Wonder if anyone will ever answer it with kind.

Smiling at the angry sky walking on,
Seeing the sunshine during the storm,
The voice that so incessantly asked to dream on
Now laughed mockingly as the day was gone.

Martina