Flickers

Winsome whiffs wavering wind over one's wispy wishing well wick
slipping silently into shadowy swampland seeping through the soul,
haunting gloom slowly shrouds the visionary vineyard.

From the chasms where identity moans are strangled by doubt's banshees
mind staggers through the surreal angst labyrinth
muttering soliloquies of yesteryear's rainbow promises.

Eve's despair veil spreads it smothering sway over the fleeting illumination
until one is immersed in sorrow's darkest sea.

Lingering upon the tiding thrusts of tempest torment
clinging to the conviction's frayed remnant raft
finding among grace's survivor's kit
a single flair to shine into the blackness.

It flickers against the swells and rage
warming where one thought tomorrow was waning
seeing far enough beyond the moment to believe again in miracles.