by Mario William vitale
A Beacon Of Light
A whisper was softly heard
As the novice takes note
In the distance a
glimmering light;
Reflections of our past in view...
Shadows proned into
desolation
To equate logic persuasion
As a beacon of light to a hurting
world,
Just can't help but to claim an intent or answer.
Gone our the
days in ways
These are uncertain times
For many have tasted ill but
faded rhymes;
Send the troops home
No reason for them to roam
The
casualties are enormous
For a stated cause that's atrocious.
Yet the
beacon of light shines forth;
Passerby's can't escape the helping hand of
its sparkling radiance!
From:
Mario William Vitale
Copyright ©:
Mario William Vitale
Last updated May 09, 2017