Ancient Light

Ancient Light

A Poem by Ian Craven

Ancient light dimming low, Ashes in the Valley of the Dark Night Soul. Seeking here a way to live, but all that is felt is a striving in the wind. 

Do these flames decay the heart, dropping by the wayside until all has depart? A feeling and voice is all that is left to give. If it speaks, will all cave in? Will someone hear the sound of mourning within? Have the ears grown dull of hearing their kin?

© 2016 Ian Craven


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Ian Craven
Ian Craven

Eastanollee, GA



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