The End of a Depression

I lie here, dead eyes open,
Cold and distant, awaiting dawn,
Listening to the haunting voices
I once called home,
Now echoes from a far land
Where hope and passion roam,
Like birds on wing, free, eternal.
But I dream on of the day
The moment light stikes the dark horizon,
And emanates across,
As if a halo spreading wings arround my soul,
And it begins.
The call comes to step through the gates of heaven
And walk through to the world I once knew,
And now remember.
I am home now, belonging, and soon to forget,
But pain never greets me as a stranger,
And passion always as a friend.

Phil Membry