In a world full of sorrow and misanthropic tomorrows,
We drove slow cause the carload; hope and love’s what we
borrowed.
Hope, we loathed cause it’s far though. Love, we took just
to grow.
………....Its permanent
glow melted us. Call us ‘snow’……….
Like a hex, from the sky, we spoke out, saying, “Why?”
We broke out in a cry, “Will
love keep us alive?!”
The sky answered back: lightning, thunder and clap.
Might be under attack, but light began to fight back.
Sight bestowed a crude trap: to love is to hate.
Whenever we love its cause we got what we aint.
We left what we loathe. A new robe will undo…
The old load that we shouldered. Bid it Adieu.
The new road that we paved will take us away,
Until darkness pulls us back into the shade.
“I used to watch you
sleep, befuddled by gloom
Curious as light crept
into the room.
Furious at first,
cause you seemed to forget…
Of love and of us,
which I failed to expect.
I watched light turn
to shade and then shade taken by day.
A give and take that I
baked in, then you’d wake and take it away.
I felt safe, in a way,
but knew dusk would return.
I wanted to burn it! I
had much to learn.”
Light bends, with the shifting of the blinds.
It provides just a slight relief (unless it hits your eyes).
To hope is an acknowledgement of the same kind.
It helps to love a little, but I’d die if you weren’t mine.
On this road we’ve taken to, I stay quick to remind:
We joke ‘bout hope, and love to poke, but without it we are
blind.
So, love is to shade as hope is to light.
I hope I always get to love you, today AND tonight.
I hope we stay brave. I love us that way.
Hope begets love and light begets shade.