The Promise

- jan-u-wine


Listen to me:

there will yet
be
a day of soft
springtime.

You will yet
awaken
to sunlight
which holds
nothing
darker
than the promise
of starr'd nights

filled

by song
and tales
of heroes
in ages beyond
our ken.

You shall be there.

You

must

be there.

You
are the teller of the tales,
the singer of the songs.

We
have one more task.

Lift your head
from my arm,
open your eyes.

The Road is yet before you.

Now
it leads
Home.