with shadows whispering
quietly amongst themselves,
secrets of the darkened night
hidden in the outline of a willow
Quiet is the moment as
currents stir with movement,
buzzing along the curvatures of
the foliage lined path that longs
to live beyond their dark haven
Can’t light come to thee?
Can’t streams of bright beckoned
suddenly appear for the moment?
Can’t in an instant there be a promise?
A light for tomorrow?
I shan’t be bewildered for it is
with faith my answer is - yes