Poetry: A World That's Growing Dim

A World That’s Growing Dim

I’ve seen what life has afforded me; on an inkling and a whim

Standing in the twilight of a world that’s growing dim.

Learned secrets from the desert ‘neath a blood red Diné sky

Long before this wayward path somehow went awry.

Ever onward in a journey that is seeking to restore;

Traveling in the footsteps of those who’ve come before.

Intrepid explorer of the things as yet unseen

Tossed about within the storm; searching for a dream.

Drawn to the edge of the abyss; trembling on its rim

Unable to bring light into a world that’s growing dim.

Witnessed a tropical paradise islanders call Hell

Deep within warm, blue waters where pirates dare to dwell.

An erratic, restless soul but nonetheless sublime

On a voyage of discovery that is running out of time

Chased inner demons to where Heaven fears to tread

Caught out on a limb, hanging by a thread.

While the whispering of angels sings a solemn hymn

I walk within these shadows of a world that’s growing dim…