Tonight, my dreams float like driftwood.
Like flotsam from an empty wreck,
Whose shredded sails slap, flap and flail
like dying fish caught in a net;
Such do my dreams now seem to me.
Tonight, Hope flies on broken wings.
Besieged by Fate’s four fickle winds
blowing hot and cold and high and low
in a storm so unremitting,
Hope can only admit defeat.
So perhaps, for tonight, all is lost.
In the dark, my dreams seem shrouded;
Hope cloaked and conviction clouded
by this darkness that surrounds me,
And confounds my clarity.
So I must just hold on til dawn.
Because I know when light returns,
My eyes will yearn to readjust;
My soul will seek enlightenment, as
my mind mind becomes cognizant
of my ability to cope
with all life throws at me.
(Inspired by #MadVerse prompt We Never Sleep/We Want To Live)