in the breadth of yesterday,
hope knew birth in the breaking dawn.

hope lived to know a day in the sun.
at the peak of midday,
the day was halfway done.
the sun later came to rest;
the life of hope could only do the same.
light did shine, come to fade,
as did the spark in her eyes.

she looks to the sky in longing
hoping to steal more than a glance
but the hope of a light that did shine
from within and without.

to steal the light of hope
where it lived fated to be robbed
in the setting of the sun
where time had decreed
the day of hope was done.

she contemplated what hope did bring
oh, how it’s loss did sting
and yet she drifted close towards remembrance
in the cold light of the moon
in transmuted sunlight manifest
the light of hope reflected upon her face
she wore its soft embrace in a silken sheen
permeated in closeness to her skin
the quality of hope had changed
she wore its ghost,
unashamed.

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there were no more days in the sun.

today, I know grief.