Faith is drowning in distraction
your doubtful eyes
focus only on what they can see
and overlook the hints of light
that give away the secret
of a morning about to rise
as the wild horses of wind are dragging us over
the water and the night
hope is sinking in a sea of despondency
my broken heart beats
out the rhythm of memories
trying to overpower the melody of a future
about to come
even as we pass that old lighthouse
pointing to a place long forgotten
love
the harbour we used to dock in
is that where you are sailing
is that really where my boat is turning
I believe
yes
I believe
the clouds are changing
into the clothes of dawn
Kelvin Bueckert 