Hope Dawning

To each and

Every painstakingly

Completed night,

There is a morning,

Hovering 'round the horizon,

Near dispelling

The blue blackness.

Indigenously worthwhile

Beckoning of life.

Congratulatory greetings

Assuming melon cosmic forces.

Laying waste

To the dim-lit.

Dawn rises

Against a backdrop of

Well layered

Nostalgia

To seek

Its own hope.