Regardless the events to come, <br />know you shall be loved. <br />Whether tumult or deluge, <br />human devastation <br />by human hands, <br />or peril by complacency, <br />the light shall play <br />across the curves of your face <br />even in the darkness of <br />my mind. <br /> <br />When wraiths attempt <br />to split my spine, <br />I will smile <br />at the familiar refrain <br />of brutality, <br />for I caught a glimpse <br />of a future filled with longing. <br />I've now earned a <br />life worth losing. <br /> <br />My prayers and life force <br />shall sing of gratitude <br />for allowing us to cross <br />one last time.<br /><br />John Weber<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hyperbole-no-more/
