Reflections

Lightening tears through the cold black night Ripping the sky apart like a dull jagged knife So like the world we can’t seem to set right Parched and scared by man’s greed and strife. Scorched earth, tortured souls, and vacant eyes Hope seems a myth and a childish fantasy Happiness is just a deluded foolish dream Sorrow and darkness are the true reality Then a sunset floods our eyes with watercolor hues And true love fills a heart and warms a soul A butterfly takes wing and we feel hope soar And the wonder of small things make us whole We must open our eyes to see the wonders in this life And accept those things that hold a worth that’s true True love’s touch, a child’s sweet laugh, the beauty of a day, And that the roses are still red, the violets are still blue © Candace 7/14/2009 Return to Poetry Index