Light At The End Of The Tunnel Poem by Paul Reed

The sun has been hidden behind the clouds
Dressed in flameproof, deathly shrouds
The world has been existing so darkly
With every sad outline sculpted starkly;

But through those clouds a faint warmth provoked
Thoughts of the past and happy memories evoked
Lying silently behind a locked door
Was an old friend waiting to greet us once more;

And now, though not yet fully appearing
We sense that a glorious time is nearing
When love, contentment and light are restored
From our throats a great victory to be roared;

For that darkness only served to stir
The clarity that had been just a blur
That empty cavern, that gloomy funnel
Was only shielding the light at the end of the tunnel.