after the rain had fallen
the clouds are light and empty
ready to embark and to roll
without the weight in its wings
without the tears in its eyes
the truth is facing north
climbing the high mountains
its road marked with a map
etched with a red dot
or a point to an end
the point of no return
of high hopes, of new light
of high spirits without darkness
it took forever, so tiresome
but the truth is here at last
an open door of new beginning
after a long dance with the dark
with nothingness, with the void
now there is substance
now there is chance
when the dawn with its
multi radiant brilliance
finally will spread its wings
ready to fly into the top
of victory, mount glory
when struggles to
uncover the truth fail us
and now it is here
it has arrived, it finally came
and that is quite a surprise...
a surprise that we embraced with open arms... above art is by amorsolo, fishermen getting ready to go out to sea at dawn...
