The PromiseA Poem by J.V. Stanley
Shall the dormant prophecies come true,
When all my heart comes around
And shadows the tree that covers me
When all the shades are blue?
I climb the high stairwell
To an oblivious conscientious state of mist
The stupor surrounds the stagnant memories
When there is no one left to assume.
I dream of it once,
This image of mine,
Scathing upon the pumice of life’s rapture,
The clouds fade away and smile down on me,
When the love of a promise shines through.
© 2008 J.V. Stanley
Added on March 10, 2008
Last Updated on March 10, 2008
The Upper Peninsula of Michigan, MI
AboutMy first of many books is currently available on Amazon. Fire and Water is a collaborative collection of poetry written by Aramey as well as myself. http://www.amazon.com/Fire-Water-Collaborative-.. more..