* renaissance *
Mosiac chips of meaning
Floating in a flood
Trying to decipher yearning
Cement of Life astray
Love a lighthouse beacon
Lit by filament of Hope
Expecting dots to all connect
The dominoes in a row to fall
One day when I am older
When wisdom brilliant bestowed
For now it seems Dark Ages
Period without learnings true
Await the bright Renaissance
Perhaps will start with you.