Come, come into the daybreak of the dawn rising <br />from the mists of the mind and its sacred numbers <br />clasped in the twilight womb of knowing, <br />punctuated itself into a sob of joy. <br /> <br />Reach, reach the long dusty road we have traveled on <br />and walked the miles searching for respite <br />from hours of loneliness and pain <br />distant lands beat like drumbeats in the desert <br />of the journey we took <br />to find shade in the sweetness of oases <br />as we trudged along under scorching sun <br />seeking each others hand for comfort. <br /> <br />Maybe we've reached, maybe not <br />its hard to finish a journey with no end <br />or no beginning-bathed in hope <br />standing still at the horizon of meaning <br />we understand what it is that put us on this <br />pathway to pages of poetry <br /> <br />Read, read, whatever message you can get <br />from this cryptic verse. packed with sounds <br />and movement of changing moods <br />acting out the step by step <br />conclusion to a bright beginning. <br /> <br />© Marshall Gass. All rights reserved, a month ago<br /><br />Marshall Gass<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/come-come-5/
