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.