We tremble through life draining plains.
In terrible trials do we all pain.
Fears, cries, sweat and pleas are proof.
With agony do our arms reach for some hope aloof.
Like stars who tell us darkness will not prevail,
We gaze into their lighted crescent vale
And yearn for that light to flood our dark dearth.
But with arms being so distanced from such hope,
It is never far away enough for our eyes to hold.
Patrick Czyz
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/never-far-away-4/
