Wednesday, April 20, 2016

Hope bound

Sown is the sound
of reaching, all around
and daylight in the sky
beams on, with hope
dangling up high ..

Blue and clear
it's wry -
while the air is warm
and dry

breeze is flowing through your fingers
circling 'round
it hums and lingers

every evening until dawn
the calls echo
like a song -
a bittersweet lullaby
of hope
sowing
up high
as night falls
upon the sky ..

and as the stars have written
forewarning;
of both rejoice and mourning
as we pause to hear the sounds
past reaching all around
to feel our feet upon the ground!
secure
on this earth
where
we are bound

-N.M.Rose Guedes, 2016

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