When shadows creep on sightโs periphery,
Encroaching from all compass points I see,
Itโs hard to grasp lightโs presence still at play -
Pinpricks peeking through in furtive rays.
Yet focusing on gloom is antithesis
To grit and growth. So shift perspectives;
Mine your mind for hints of hope between
The darker shades this sceneโs bequeathed its screen.
For somewhere, stars still glint in skies gone dim.
Listen โ silent songs still flit and skim
On wisping winds. And here, behold โ my friend
Extends a hand, loyalty they lend.
So I will lift my face towards dawnโs first signs,
Embrace glints and glimmers, silver linings,
That persist, insistence, to exist, resist
Fading even on the blackest mist.
Iโll set sights on sparks, salvage and save
Each ember, aberrant flick and wave,
Tending patiently their flicker and flare
Until burning bright enough to share.
For this I know โ the deepest dark creates
Contrast that lets lightโs luxury resonate.
Out of stygian nights, the strongest rays ascend -
Radiance above all reason can transcend.
So bring on storming skies and roiling thunder!
Iโll harvest hopeโs diffuse light โ blunder
Through rainโs veil, prevail, spurred ahead still
By glimpses of glimmer piercing shadowsโ chill.
~ Wayne Anderson
