I am searching for the light
I am wandering this night
In this ancient habitat
I might find the way at that

Broken church just like my soul
In the dimmer light is whole
Shining beacon in the night
I might find my way tonight

In the aching light of moon
Weeping hours pass too soon
Weary travellers alight
At this sanctuary this night

But if here by light of day
Nightmare fears are leeched away
And we’re tricked by sunlight rays
That we’ve finally found our way

(c) Helen Valentina 2014, All Rights Reserved

About helenvalentina

Like most people, I have a number of sides to me. The most interesting one probably emerges through my writing, hence this blog. I love to read, and also to write, and so this is a way to share both.
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