A Sure Promise

Refreshing breeze, you waft across my brow,
Relaxing me so well, to thus allow
My mind to wander off in dreams, somehow,
To things of pleasure. All ascending now.

Dazzling sun, you wrap my frame with bliss,
Softening my heart, which then receives solace.
And filling my being with such a sure promise,
That I rise up from a darkening, deep abyss.

Unruffled moon, your light shines from afar,
Lifting the gloom along with each bright star.
Reflecting off the sunbeams own radar.
How wonderful your illuminations are.

Aqueous rain that launders all things new,
Feeding the ground and depositing the dew.
Revive my soul, and with clarity imbue,
As each droplet descends to its known rendezvous.

poem by Ernestine Northover
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!