by- Matthew F. Blowers III

Hope is a waking dream,

stretching your arms

to embrace the new day.

Shaking off the

illusions of night,

wiping the dirt

of sleep from clouded eye,

and rising with

possibilities for change.

One can see such hope

in the gaze of pure innocence,

that lingers for only a short time

in the eyes of a newborn.

Entire worlds gleam there,

so quickly erased

by the oppression of life.

We must emerge

much like an infant

from the pain of the days before,

refreshed by the hours of calming rest,

and begin anew.

Shaking off the past,

to claim the present of today,

which is a gift.

Suckling the pacifier

of tomorrow

for there will always

be a brighter future

when we wake

with dreams of hope