I hope you know
That I haven’t forgotten you.
I haven’t stopped flicking through
Pages of poetry to get back to my roots.
The evening still manages to lift
The iron ramparts of my heart –
And shine the Moonlight onto my soul,
Through gaps of wooden planks.
I told you that there was always a light,
Even in the darkest of abysses –
But being here, today, makes me contemplate
Whether or not Hope lies at the end of the tunnel –
With arms wide open.
For when the World gave us dirt,
We turned it into vegetation.
When the World gave us sticks,
We turned it into fire.
And when the World gave us Life –
We took it for granted.
I hope you know,
That there’s still a part in me, that hopes to hope again.
Hopes to hope for better days,
Where the radiance of Sunlight
Creeps in through glittering ascensions,
Where the horizon seems so far, yet so – tangible.
Where surging waves can splash onto those stones –
Those stones that erode horrifically – but, in turn, polish.
Where the inner-earth can fuel a hellfire –
With scorching hot heat – yet, still, form a Diamond.
Where the rain showers light up the skies –
In the midst of tempest chaos – but still, Rainbows widen.
Where everything can defy the odds –
And where gravity doesn’t bound us.
Though golden seems the future,
We really don’t know.