Guide Me

The sun fell

The moon didn’t rise

Oh where, tonight,

Is my guiding light?

For it’s mid-day

And it’s black as night.

My eyes never fell

But the sun did rise

And these rusted chain links

 Will be my guide.

Lead me on, and on until,

The moon shone through

My smoldering will.

I’ll sit back,

Give into you,

And pray, one day, you’ll see me through.

Author's Note

Constructive criticism only. Thank you for reading, i hope to loose the armature like charm that rings out from most of my work once i start school (CAPA majoring in creative writing) in September.

Reviews

[patsy moncivaiz]

A very addictive read.....i just had to read it several times. i really like how its broken down.

[Kelso A. Nicholson]

I love this, i have an appreciation for small line breaks like this, i like the way it flows. almost like escaping in one breathe. you have captured longing beautifully!