Uphill is
my wayward towards to tomorrows
A sudden
pull came, have me crash into pieces
In the
hush of the day comes my ever longing
As
euphony as the music is my heart's
beating
In the
coldest nights I ever hope to enjoy
It is
when I ever weep and creep in misery
Hidden in
the dark alley of reverie
All that
I could muster is melancholy
Winter
days came passing by in silent retreat
A
staggering moment to brook is to surmount
In every
drapes of sorrow is a glimpse of joy
For every
Hi's and encouragement they say
In every
tingling pains' sprung of hope
In every
fallen tears' healing so deserve
Written by:
Joie de Vivre
20th August 2013
(The picture here is a photo scene one winter day in Mole Creek, a town in Tasmania Australia.
I do not own the copyright of the said photo.
I do arrange some photo editing for my own conviction for my poem.)