Poet Posts

The ache of my bones
Mimics the groaning
Of a falling oak tree
Blown down by fierce winds

The air will carry us away
From otherwise-bleak prospects
To the dark night of the soul
Where we find the strangest secrets

Bound to the bedrock
Hidden away in the darkness
The gemstones linger until
Deft hands pluck them from the murk

Gemstones of great colors and shine
Are like the greatest inspirations of
A wandering man, seeking respite
From the long, rocky path of his life

To become something greater, and more
At peace with oneself
We find these gemstones
That atone for every misstep

For that is what is found in the deepest
Reaches of the soul:
The darkest creatures carry
The brightest lights.