Art, Poetry, WritingA Trees Yellow Light October 30, 2013 Mark Wayne in the middle of a dream i woke in the night finding myself cold and alone under a trees yellow light looking up i can barely see glorious rays penetrate my mind i am lost in memories embrace when faith is hard to find dancing leaves speak softly the breeze gently calls my name reflections of a future yet unwritten knowing i will never be the same for long ago i walked where angels fear to tread the ghosts rattle in the dark visions live long thought dead out of the dark i crawl anxiety and fear i’ve carried along shedding the past into the light at rest finally where i belong Mark Schutter ©2013 Help Shine the Light!FacebookTwitterLinkedInTumblrPinterestPocketEmailLike this:Like Loading...
The past can be both near and far at times. As long as we seek the light we will continue to heal. LikeLike Reply
in the middle of a dream
That was just lovely Mark – bask in that healing light!
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The past can be both near and far at times. As long as we seek the light we will continue to heal.
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Beautiful.
Loved this line;
reflections of a future yet unwritten
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Thank you!
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Thank you!
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