The Alley

I walked up high mountains to a deep valley

musing at the verisimilitude they bore to reality

Down the hills I went and sat on a tuft of grass

The beauty I beheld before me was alluring

The fir trees bowed to the wind enduring

and upon the slopes I saw little clouds pass

I stole silently past the spongy wanderers

crossing brooks, streams and blithe meanders

into the sleepy hamlet nestled in the valley

The hamlet had its church ringing bells so merry

the children danced and played games a many

I walked on not stopping until I spoted a dark alley

I stepped into the silent street my feet staggering

and in panic I cried seeing nebulous forms floating

tried in vain to turn back again...But I vaporised

I seemed to drift through unhappiness and tears

I was mixed with ghouls, ghosts and fears

what place is this I shivered, my mind terrorised

It was then a light appeared in luminous sharpness

chasing and battling with the piercing darkness

It carried me far far away, where to rest I lay

The light of hope said, the dark alley is a vault

of errs of human nature that makes conscience revolt

in the valley of life such an alley always will stay

It is in despair and sadness, hope will you amaze

Search for the light even in the darkest days

So you wake up everytime with a smiling grace