What
once was warmed by a soft southern breeze, is chilled now by a cold
north wind.
And
what once was sunshine and laughter in my life is darkened by grey skies
and thunder.
What
once were windows, opened wide, now are cold grey walls of stone.
And
the mountains that one must climb to find his destiny, that once were
shrouded by distance and time, now loom suddenly before me, as ominous
and impassable as the universe itself.
But
the prophets stated 'The path to one's destiny leads to victory, one
must only discover where to begin his journey'.
One
must venture to cross his mountains, and the path be long and difficult.
One must only retain his heart and soul to survive the arduous journey.
Drive
back the clouds and silence the thunder, tear down the walls and reach
for the light, for there you will find it, the fading splendor of a
thousand setting suns.
The
answer lies waiting to be unearthed by only he who dares to fight the
battle and win.
Begin
your journey without premeditation of conflict, and let it end as the
will of fate predicts it to be...
The
Rose 9851115pm
Copyright
1985/2000 Virgil G. Richards
Audio
rendition, International Library of Poetry, March 2001, The Sound of
Poetry, Editor's Favorite Poems
Between
Here And There
Desolation
No
Vegetation
No
Life, No Time,
No
Day, No Night,
Desperation,
No
Fear, No Fright,
No
Hope, No Care,
Not
Here, Not There.
No
Sleep, No Dreams,
No
Darkness, No Light,
No-one,
No Thing,
Desolation,
No
Contemplation,
No
Sight, No Sounds,
Nowhere,
No Bounds.
Desolation,
Desperation,
Somewhere,
Not
Here, Not There...
The
Rose 321993220pm
Copyright
1993/2000 Virgil G. Richards
Published
1998 The National Library of Poetry "Star Dust In The Morning"
pg. 65 Library of Congress ISBN 1-57553-894-6
Shooting
Star
As
evening settles into twilight blue
And
heaven offers forth it's bounty,
Of
suns and moons and worlds afar,
Among
it's splendors, I find you.
In
my memory a love that was bold and free,
Yet
as fleeting as the star that falls,
A
short-lived journey through midnight's sky,
That
the creatures of God might see.
The
innocence of youth that once we shared,
The
passion, desire, the longing, the lust,
Opposites,
extreme, as fire and ice,
Our
souls, to each, the other, we bared.
Though
laid to rest an eternity past,
In
my heart we remain as one,
Soon
we'll revel, rejoice, and embrace,
The
heavens, together, at last..
The
Rose 351993400pm
Copyright
1993/2000 Virgil G. Richards
Published
1999 Sparrowgrass Poetry Forum "Treasure Poems of America"
Summer 1999 Pg. 74 Library of Congress Catalog Card No. 90-640795 ISBN:
0-923242-65-1
