The Golden bows

We sleep with the long lance of the cold night
embedded deep in our hearts
and wake to the cool warmth
of the dawn light,

the brightness of new hope blinds me,
but opens a new world of possibility.

Taking the worst where the best are but
dreams that cleanse body and mind
hoping the souls out there find me
in the light of the hope sent to blind me.

If this history of existence is what
comes of persistence
then we live to experience
it all.

© 2017, John Smallshaw.