Beyond the Veil

Through darkest night, driving alone
With silent thoughts, I'm heading home.
The radio, in haunting tones,
Transports my heart where I can roam

Beyond the veil of broken dreams
My heart soars high on eagle's wings
Imagining forgotten themes
Of childhood hopes scattered like seeds.

Poetic songs enscribed like rain,
Planted in love despite the pain,
Spring forth in joy, free from all shame,
Escaping hurts of shadow's bane.

Cacophony enshrouds my car
With wind and rain sent from afar.
Yet beauty reigns within my heart,
Creative dreams, no longer charred.

12 December 2006 by Glen Alan Woods