Dark of night By james a. galgano Love often left on the side of some dead end street into dark of night Where hopes are but collateral damage recorded by some unending light Beyond distant glimmer where impossible dreams shimmer misbegotten Though intentions may mount upon Calvary’s door never open or forgotten As if in hopeful yearning like candle lit and still burning through storm clouds above There at long last hopes like clinging vine are grasped forever with endearing love Within some whirlpool of longing devotion or desire often unheard or impolite With words forever embedded within memories that disappear into dark of night
Posted on: Tue, 04 Nov 2014 06:53:19 +0000
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