With me
Like me
Like orange
Not range
Not fringe
Not forage
Nor porridge
Though all tinker with
The tongue and the ear
The elusive rhyme
The elusive me
Like me
Like orange
Not range
Not fringe
Not forage
Nor porridge
Though all tinker with
The tongue and the ear
The elusive rhyme
The elusive me
Hope
Reach for the sky
Stand proud
And straight
Find new intent
If naught for aught
But to be seen
Standing here
Survivor still
Where some may fail
Yet I remain
I think of you
The final throes of our daylight
Hoping you’ll return
From the long, dark night
With the promise
Of a new sun
Rising
Constrained
And confined
Horizon suggests
Warmth and possibility
Shadowed land
Scattered gentle highlights
Promising illumination
Hope prevails
The rock reaches
Resisting burden
Unflagging
Emergent
So I climb to highest ridge
Carrying unsubtle hope
Else bathe below in light’s deceit
Scrawled there
In pigment
And love
Arcs and lines
A language of hope
And possibility