“Time Will Come”

OutOfExile_IDR – © 1992

Listen to a reading of this poem (1:20)

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In the center of a cloud, darker than the night itself,
the brilliance of the full moon is hidden, but
only for a moment, as it must be.

Souls of the discontent… stricken,
know there is more than the present is giving.
Sending out exigent ripples in a pool where all is still,
shadowed beneath a lone cloud wafting aside.

As the moon slips away from it’s only foe,
darkness gives way to shimmering white mist,
surrounding the darkness, assisting the moon as it escapes.
Now, it is known. All has not passed.

The time will come, as wines aged to perfection,
Someday, will be tasted.
Shooting stars fall quickly, and burn… soon forgotten.
Timeless works are not revered,
until timeless workers, have long since gone.

As the dark clouds defer, to the heavens moonlit mist,
and the night sky folds in to golden rays,
the time will come, echoes heard from a solemn night sky,
will light a millennial of days.

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