When your world is
weary,
When all is dark,
When dreams die and fade away,
And all of life is stark,
Take heart in gentle love,
For she waits in the
wings,
And where she walks,
Fairies dance and angels sing,
Though you cannot see her,
She weaves a silken touch,
Leaving footprints in the sand,
Sprinkling spells
and such,
Lighting the dampened corridors,
The dark corners of your mind,
Leaving you breathless,
Bewildered by her kind,
Goodness glints in her eyes,
Hope is in her arms,
And all you've ever dreamed of,
Rests sweetly in her charms.
J. Blagojevic |
