A ray of hope

 

A ray of hope

shining bright

in an otherwise bleak sky.

The moon

sits alone

upon her cloudy throne,

knowing that eyes stare to her

for guidance and to atone.

Her halo glows for us who walk

in her mysterious flock,

us who see the beauty

in a wilted flower stalk.

 

But this isn't

a halo around

my head,

I can’t save the dead,

She said.

I can't change the future

for those who need.

I can only offer my light

to inspire thoughts

on dark nights,

to guide

when twilight strikes.

 

I can't twist the hands

of a clock

and make time

fly differently.

I can't take pain,

and keep

it safely inside.

I can only light the way.

I give my words freely

a muse to the nocturnal hearts

and hope that if you need

you'll seek me.

 

This isn't a halo

glowing bright,

I don’t have

my own internal light.

Someone else has to shine

to help bring inspiration.

but it sometimes gets dulled

by life's constant fight.

Sometimes it needs plugging

into the mains

and recharging for a night.

 

 

 

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