[Lubesh]

On this touchstone, torchlit night
Painted echoes blue and bright
Sun's explosions apt to ignite
Silence from the sufferers of old
Come in from the cold
Textured hues of subtle form
Keep us from a burning warm
With darkness ever at our resting souls
Dare we be so bold?
What does all this mean to me
Never to be cold
But armed still with misery

I must not wonder
As I wonder most of all
What the future,
Destiny
Has in store for us all

And I must not venture
As I must not stray and fall
Is this really
Heaven
Is this real at all?

[angel]

excellent lu. this is beautiful n graceful

[peter_pyne]

This I liked. Not only is a question asked, but it's asked within a setting befitting of it. Good work.

[Lubesh]

Thanks peter and kel.

[Subconscious]

nice...good rhyme scheme and the language is good...
not to sure about that ninth line in the first stanza though

[Lubesh]

I see what u mean so I have changed it to 'dare'. Thanks for your input.

[EternalPen]

Hmm, I like it. I *think* (key word, there) I understand some of it, but that is only what I got out of it. I don't think anyone every truely and exactly gets what the author was going for. But it happens sometimes. ^_^ Keep it up! I like this a lot!