Sometimes, even in the vastness of solitude
Lies the undeniable path of light
That yearns, beacons us to follow
That certitude we sometimes fear
That footstep in the wasteland
That invites us

“Come, follow, there IS Light”

Sometimes, in dark forlorn dreams
We walk in fear to the edge of our own abyss
We see not the rope of love holding us
We fear to plunge into those tenebrous depths
And we hear but fear those wisps of voices we hear
Inviting us

“Come, follow, there IS Hope”

We must just follow…


© 2014 allen simpson
inspired by Depeche Mode ‘Waiting for the night’ and Loreena McKennitt ‘An ancient muse’