Marco Di Caprio

From the depth of my abyss, I look
and see ahead a distant, greening hill.
At last, I feel that hope is drawing near.
My thoughts, my memories, begin to fade,
and I am finally here and now.

I see the light upon the village walls,
the old houses and shacks along the road
where once I stopped for just a moment’s drive.
I see a field, the cattle moving slow,
a gentle dog that wanders close to them.
I feel that I could watch them endlessly.

The painful memories still linger on,
yet now they press on me a little less.
Deep in my darkened soul, I finally find
a hill alive with color and with calm,
where I am soothed by whispers of the wind,
and rest within a peace that cannot last,
an almost-eternal, passing bliss.