My past future...

Lately, my days have been filled with busier-than-usual comings and goings of life. So many words said, so many experiences shared, so many thoughts published, too many late nights, and a time of my life that I will never forget.
Over the next few days, I will be posting some works that I've written in, around or for this time in my life; works that trace a path I hope to alter to become more pleasing to the Lord and more beneficial to me as I strive to make the most of my gift of time. I guess I could say that I'm posting these works mostly for my purpose of relief and "breaking free the burden", so to speak. So please don't be discouraged by what I say. My intent is to avoid being very morbid and dark; yet sometimes, life is just that and theonly way to escape that darkness is to trust in the Lord for strength and courage...and in my case, scraps of Hope.
This first in a series of works is called: My Shining Night.
If you have time, let me know what you think from a linguistic or emotional point of view.

~ Jon ~

My Shining Night

It’s for her that I cry,
Every night I’m in pain,
My longing’s so great,
But Past I must deny.

Her face is always there,
Staring back in the window,
Looking over my shoulder,
Yet she doesn’t see how much I care.

Her life means much more,
Than the planet earth itself,
Her memory always cherished,
And better than any before.

My dear angel of light,
Calls softly from within,
A deep and heavy dark,
Purifying every bight.

And though the night is black,
Hope shines forth once more,
Inextinguishable there,
My love, its source, burns bright,
I’ll never take it back.