They say tears exist for those who hope- <br />For those who laugh and those who weep; <br />But I, I do not know... <br />I have cried thousands of tears throughout all these years <br />So perhaps there is yet hope which can be drawn from such tiny teardrops.... <br />Or perhaps there is no hope at all left for me. <br /> <br />At times it seems that hope is only an illusion, <br />Just waiting, wishing and praying for something that cannot be... <br />Waiting for an ocean of tears to carry me toward my goal <br />While fearing perhaps it might drown and devour me within its crashing depths <br /> <br />Waves of pain and memory wash over me, <br />Blinding my sight <br />As I am held steady by the tiniest strand of my strength, <br />Clinging to raw hope, uncertain of my destiny, <br />And whether I have the courage to go forward into inky darkness. <br /> <br />A bright light glows above, a lighthouse in the distance... <br />That guiding light which calls to me, a stark reminder of my goal. <br />An ocean of pain and tears holds me back from my destiny, <br />Keeping me trapped here far from the light, the beauty, <br />All the joy my heart longs to embrace.... <br /> <br />I reach out across the cold, dark waters, longing for the one I need to help me across.... <br />Where is my bright guiding star when I need her most? <br />Is she lost too with the hope I so desperately long for? <br />Are both star and hope forever lost in a sea of pain and uncertainty crashing its waves upon my face? <br /> <br />Ohhhh bright star, shine to guide me... help me toward the light... <br />Do not leave me here, alone in the darkness, <br />The bitter cold... <br />Enfold me in your most tender embrace... <br />Keep me safe and call me home... <br />Back to the shores of a distant memory. <br />Help me across the night.<br /><br />Lesa MRK<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/across-the-night/
