A short paean* (28-29 November)

What gives me hope?
So many things that lift me up,
Brush away despair’s cobwebbed shades.
Innocence, eyes that have not yet perhaps
Become clouded over by the darkened shades
Of life’s miseries.

Hope carries us everywhere,
Leaves us
Like a sad farewell
Where there can be
No second meeting.

Still I look to the stars,
Turn my eyes away from their gaze
And hold out
For the regeneration of
New life.

I can wait
In hope.

*This is a short piece I composed during our lunchtime writers’ meet-up. If this poem is a little rough at least our meet-up went (seemingly) really well. Because I was running around I only had about four or five minutes to write. Must do something about that in the future.
But I hope something comes from it (yes, a hope reference, I know), that it grows and keeps growing.