Searching for the right road <br /> through a stormy night, <br />breaking down the walls of mist <br /> to see a distant light, <br />seeking words amid cracks <br /> of long forgotten memory, <br />release tides of hope <br /> to relax power in the cemetery. <br /> <br />Power lain deep still <br /> in oceans of silent water, <br />that run endless round forests <br /> of the crimson altar, <br />come to find a path <br /> amid a maze of visions rife, <br />losing sight on this hour <br /> of a blaze of life. <br /> <br />Victims of an overpowered <br /> urge to find freedom, <br />released from chains <br /> of this earthly kingdom, <br />know life spellbound <br /> in the grip of moving calm, <br />covered dreams hide those <br /> that look for him. <br /> <br />Deep down in the well <br /> of sincerity insecure, <br />burnt remains of trees <br /> a nature not so sure, <br />lured to a pit of sin <br /> found in woman's temptation, <br />passed dry flames of peace <br /> seared into the nation. <br /> <br />Breaking down walls of mist <br /> to see a distant light, <br />searching for the right road <br /> through a stormy night, <br />where to discover freedom <br /> in the maze of visions rife, <br />losing sight in the second <br /> of a blaze of life. <br /> <br />One wish remains, all that is left <br /> to lay down in long sleep, <br />lost in endless chasms of dreams <br /> a void land so deep, <br />no need for worry and fret <br /> goodbye to grasping care, <br />turn out once more the mortal light <br /> for death to enter there.<br /><br />Richard Allen Beevor<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-blaze-of-life/
