Dark Nights at Noon A Collection of Poetry

In Pursuit of Hope

Glinting, a stark reminder of life and beauty,

It shines over my forlorn forest of fallen trees.

I stand on land once a desert,

Here as a child I planted my hopes,

Nothing but a seed in dead ground.

I fed it with tears and blood,

Birthed dreams from hopes through labor,

I pushed, Each drop of perspiration was an investment in the impossible.

In the harsh bite of sun I turned the golden landscape green,

And still I toiled until my life's work stood before me,

I looked long at all I had made, then to my heart,

Somehow I found it empty.

A barren hall, holding only echoes of hopeless screams,

And again I looked out at the world I made,

I buried all my hopes and kept none for my own.

I can't remember falling to my knees, but the tears I cried then were acid rain,

I wept a river, burned roots to ash and looked on as they fell,

The twilight of my day. I had denied dusk for far too long.

Through blurred eyes I gazed upon the ruin,

For all this land had to offer, it had naught to offer me,

I found myself lost in my own home, unsure of where my next footprints would fall,

And so I looked long to no avail, all that was hope hidden from my gaze.

Until at last, the moonlit sky beckoned my eyes.