Poetry "The Night" 1992

The Night

Deep inside my soul,
across this barren sea.
Lies the place where I am heading,
and where I long to be.

The flowers grow forever,
underneath a clear blue sky.
And when you think of love,
you will never start to cry.

In fact it would be perfect,
if not for this little journey.
Across this barren sea,
feuled by faith, and filled with worry.

Guided from the heart,
but always second guessing.
Is it all in vain?
Is it worth pursueing?

But then I bow my head in prayer,
and realize that this sea.
Perhaps is no more barren,
then the land where I'll soon be.

And now I see the wind and rain,
in quite a different light.
They are not meant to trouble me,
but to guide me through the night.