light – Bohemian Poems

Instead i took another road so bumpy and vague.

I followed the creek and found a gorgeous place.

So sunny and lovely for a while.

But at the end of the lively waterfall,

suddenly stood a hideous figure.

The water nymph rose with the path of light.

She had a question, an assignment to give.

– Rise through the forest you will,

three things you will find along your path,

choose one with distinction, choose it carefully.

Bring it to the valley of the deep forests.

And by the way,

don’t forget the light along your path.

It will lead you.

And with that her form dissolved

and she was gone

as suddenly

as she had revealed herself.

The fog lay dense over lake and land.
A gloomy silence
had swept in among the trees.
Hopelessness's meager promises,
woven all the details,
in the gray weave.

Will the light and clarity return?

In the hopelessness of the gray swampland,
something seemed to gleam.
A gentle fine tuned light
glowed faintly through the fog.

Like a little star between the clouds,
could the warm light gleam.
It spread slowly
between the fog banks.

So what could be the source of this light?

See where the fog slowly dissipates,
and a being can be discerned.
An elf so bright
in the morning fog,
Turns on the hope of life
in the dark springs of the forest.

She spreads light,
and disperse fog.
In the rare hour
of dawn.

Tag: light

The End of the Waterfall

In the Rare Hour of Dawn