Vicissitudes

After the storm’s menace the sky must clear
Keeping at bay its mighty thund'rous wrath
The sun-rays must shed their long standing fear
And through dark clouds thread their luminous path

To every man who blindly makes his way
Through dark shadowy malice of the night
The pale and quiv'ring moon, silver and grey
Does guide the traveler with its benign light

To those dark shadows that moon has to yield
Its glory wanes: It vanishes at length
But as it walks across the starry field
It glows and waxes back to former strength

The ruthless sun destroys lush green meadows
And bakes the earth into barren wastelands
But underground in sweet scented shadows
Lie sleeping seeds of future green grasslands

Lost seafarers must find islands of hope
And desert lands must have an oasis
In darkness when we struggle, toil and grope
The end of that tempestuous road is Bliss

The tides of fortune change eternally
Joy follows sorrow, respite follows strife
Life ends in death, but ironically
Death itself always gives birth to new life

Reviews

[Sara]

aw, what an inspiring poem! it really is like a breath of fresh air from all the darkness and cynicism that seems to be so popular in postmodern literature these days... i love your use of nature in the poem (the storm, the moon, the growing grass); you make it seem like hope itself is embedded in the fabric of the world... and that last stanza is lovely too. beautiful write! :) *fav*