I shall know
the warmest fire
in the silence
of the night
When the fear
begins to conquer
It shall drape
its silver cloak
in rivers of
luminescent hope
Climb mountains beyond
Mountains
In search of
Majestic oak
It shall sing the light so radiant

in the clearing of the dawn
Revel in its warmth,
Against leaves’ glistening fawn
Saturate itself with
crystallized dew
Whisper the secrets
Our mother’s once knew
I shall know
The warmest fire
In the hurried
Of the day
When the doubt
Begins to corrode
In its unforgiving way
the sky of
pastel hues
And the approaching
Of the night
begins to hum the blues
I shall not in
My fear despair
For the night won’t
Last forever
Sunrise will
Valiantly dare
The poetry and the pictures are beautiful. Thanks, Cristina.