She packed in the boxes the Hope
while tears washed the battle of soul;
a new dawn is struggling to cope
what fear left for mornings. A whole
of sadness behind of her stole.
She packed all her hurt remembrance
with valleys which tore up the light,
with shadows denying essence
of truth wandering in the night,
while honor subsided from the right.
It’s only her mind, but still more
the borders enclosed the trust
in eyes of despair and the sore.
Today all the packs take the just
to shelter the heart from the dust.
It’s only her thinking about
When nights put sad hours to stray
since nothing was happy and out
the sky got apart from her way.
…It’s Light celebration today.
She packed all the wishes, yet doves
are bringing the peace through the skies,
while rain drives the Love from above
and sprays all the world from her eyes.
…A war from inside fades and dies.
© Simona Prilogan