So Many Prayers Try Hard To Hide

I often smile between life’s lines A place where peace and love combines Into so many different lanes Some call to me, yet none explains Why when the candles burn down low And when there is nowhere to go, I still remember Summer days In oh so many different ways. I often walk in speckled shade Before its silver highlights fade Into a sort of parchment white Diffused within night’s dusk drawn light, And sometimes by the riverside So many prayers try hard to hide For prayers and dreams go hand in hand Even when I misunderstand. I often sing in written words Of dancing streams and singing birds And myriads of sparkling things The imagery of life still brings, Yet even when my words are clear A part of me still draws you near, Just whispers through a leafy glade Bring me a world that you have made. I often seem to pray much more When light shines through your open door And cascades through my heart and soul Until at last it makes me whole, And when my poem is written down I dedicate it like a crown That you can wear upon your throne Illuminating how I’ve grown… Keith Robson 01/06/2014