The Dark is Over
a morning hope brings sunlight rays of white.
Perfection is the enemy of good,
change doesn't wait for you to know it could.
Turn wistful moments into golden dreams;
future's not as bleak as it sometimes seems.
If you're painting a paint-by-number life,
then why does the picture have so much strife?
Let the light, light the cobwebs of your mind,
let it find the all the sadness it can find.
Let the warm wind blow wild through your heart.
Let it turn your pain into works of art.
A thousand violins I wish for you,
to serenade into a life anew.
© Christine Salkin Davis, 2020