The wind ahead was a harbinger
of the clouds,
Delivering the omen of the
omnipresent doubts,
The smoked windscreen was
graying the view,
For a vision of reason in the
misty morning dew,
Why is it so difficult, to see
the morning sun?
In unhindered light, where
shadows don’t overrun
To crowd out the scenery and
make the day grim,
Faith, perched atop the
hourglass, just below the rim,
You look aside to catch a
glimpse of Time,
It speeds along leaving you
far behind,
Empty roads don’t beckon you
any more,
The sun’s reflection was a
mirage that tore
Through the swarm of clouds
and tipped the hourglass,
The leap of faith leaves you
at an impasse...
