Anna Vera’s Poems

Since the sadly silent lives
Of faded men, your voice revives.
And the sight of God was naught
Compared to what your knowledge brought
To broken men, the world around…
Hold your feet upon the ground.

I slept in beauty — and awoke. Then ugliness was mine. That morning, yet, the wall between My sleep and hellish wake was broke And through a crack did shine What peaceful, dormant eyes had seen: A light just bright enough to show Into this waking place: A dream we call reality, Not bright enough [...]