I heard there was light in this place,
Someone told me, so I boldly came,
Whispered something smoky, in my face,
Somehow scorched me, with a burning flame.

Over these many years, extant of the racing moment,
Days became nights, as tornadoes severely twisted life,
While people woke, dressed and cloaked,  committed to comment,
Marking unusual paths, unseen voids, avoiding sun-storms and loose strife.

Traffic stalled as perilous light changed, green then amber to flaming red,
Lightning bolted across looming horizons, flexing dark trees and herbal ramps,
Pedestrians charged to the fore, wrapped in auto delirium, drawing swords in their stead,
Yet ocean tides still ripped and tore, the moon still tramped o'er distant verbal camps.

Searching my dreams, hope rose above the lofty clouds,
Waiting and wanting the light to enter my heart, kneeling to pray,
One instance, instantly another, thought and deed swept aside shrouds,
According to Hoyle, rules apply, and with certain application I tried not to stray.

Now with the fires burning, now with the earth's mantle churning,
Now with heaven so far beyond us, now with the abyss yawning below us,
Darkness envelopes a waning world, rewriting stories with history's yearning,
Light illuminates each narrow crevasse, enmasse this worldly creation speaks thus.

Where do we go from here? Where is this light you spoke of?
Is this dream but an illusion? Or are we caught in some transient mix?
Where is this Nirvana? Where is Glorious Heaven and God's love?
Are we awake or does a never ending sleep keep us in this torrid fix?

I opened my eyes, searching my universe for the promised light,
Far in the distance, for an instant, I thought I glimpsed a glimmering ray,
Focusing on that horizon, I felt my heart leap with anticipation and delight,
That glimmer was all I got, then pain whisked me back into this daily fray.

So I walked on, passing many laying crumpled and still, by the littered wayside,
Sunrise after sunset I kept to the road, hoping that promised light would prevail,
In worn out footwear I plodded and tripped, bruised by errant stones, impossible to hide,
Still I dreamed of the light, even as I slept, aspiring I expected that light would not fail.

Yet another sunset, yet another mountain in my dreams,
With only hope in my heart, one beat as I breathe, striving to forgive,
Still that promised light remains distant, and hidden, or so it seems,
Now another glowing moon rises, while thoughts of light, give me reason to live.