Gold

Gold

A night so dark beyond me it seem
The redeemed has it soul filled with sin
With life so true itself to believe
There was a time when meadow grow in stream.
The freshness of a nightmare in dream
Chaos with beloved frightness of a win
Thoughts of such I call a thing.

Truthfulness of a glory as may
Innocence in a very beautiful play
Hope,as one began to pray
With sunset that ends a remarkable day
Disbelief,a birth of dismay
I longed for you to show me a way
Good or bad silently as it sway.


Tears of joy coming from a song
With seconds, a right goes wrong
Deaths seeming short but long
The purest of a word from a tongue
With simplicity,a task will form


written by Najeeb muktar
©2016