In a silent moment’s calm
on a still and somber night
I hear a distant call
a beacon shinning bright
Illuminations of a path
of purpose without doubt
A mind that stands strong
never wavering about
A soul that understands
this weak and lonely life
a broken branch in winter
encircling a world of strife
A life of mere illusion
loudness without sound
a constant stream of motion
left frozen amid the crowd
We are never really one
our paths divergent things
Each on separate journeys
in search of separate springs
Yet in those stormy moments
we reach out and cling on
searching for that solace
that delivers us to dawn
In the chaos of the moment
this heart still beats strong
a broken branch in winter
waiting for spring to come along.
© 2013
Jennifer Mandell. All rights
reserved.
