A Window of Hope

We then close the door to what we think we know

Then being trampled underfoot by men,

A fashion window of hope mirrored on site,

With a single word spoken in the dark has now come to light

To then dream I wish I knew

Then to become vanished from the surface on the moon

One could paint a visible picture in their mind,

A challenge to be set free is a question in time.

With words once spoken in the dark,

Have sung their song inside my heart;

To have lit a spark to what it was I had been waiting for,

A given chance by which to humbly explore another door.

I shed a single tear to numb its inner pain

Through both struggle & trial

We then knew all the great while;

A decision not made is not one at all,

A window of hope toward its beckoning call!

As the turniing of its tide,

The sand through elaborate miles high

A deafening blow by which to rejoice

As if in the matter one has a choice?

A window of hope mirrored on its braided pulse,

The noise out on the patio,

An impulse to provide a pardoning fasionable view

Through a source of pride

On an innocent shoulder to cry;

Many just settle for its fatal lie!

Miles from no where on a spinning wheel inside;

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A beacon of light in a hurting world in need

Can't help but to try to claim

Some given sense of identity

Stregnth & encouragement come from above!

Amidst in the great distance a trapped seagull,

Frightened but still yet adrift;

In a vengeful fashion striking the passing fish,

A source of hope,

A triumphal beam,

This beacon of light shines forth

Passerby's can't escape the helping hand

To its sparkling radiance!