Sights and Sounds of Optimism

Where Our Night Yields to a New Dawn

Show me where our light and song begins

Photo by Rakicevic Nenad from Pexels

And I’ll etch fiery,
percussive starbursts
upon your canvas,
reverbing,

trailing from quiet,
dim spaces you’ll never see,
but you’ll know I was there,
for shading never masks warmth

as we stalk upwards,
together and apart,
in unison and staccato,
unnoticed,

riding blue-shifted shadows
blurring together as we
reflect glint and gleam,

hunter-green shoots streak,
trailing midnight-sapphire,
our flamed faces erupting
a smeared ecstasy

turned towards heavenly
moonlit midnight sunbeams,
undeterred by raindrops, dewdrops,
or fleeting drops in pressure
or temperature, for