hope

SUNSET RAVEN

Oh to be a sunset raven.
Guided by the will of the day’s breeze.

At ease with each wing outspread
catching wave after wave of errant winds.

Oh to be a sunset raven.
Surfing the remnants of a blissful horizon.

Sky is the only limitation.
No longer in chains like an earthbound slave.

Emancipated from every tethered nation.
Taken about blue-born skies without care.

Oh to be a sunset raven.
Guided by the will of the day’s breeze.

-Benjamin Thomas

I’m punch-drunk;
on the hope that is before me,
imploring to new heights,
inciting to new sights
so compellingly.

My heart overflows

into the still of the night,

as seeping anguish overtakes the calm.

Weeping eyes worn of gnawing pains,

as wretched days grow harder to sustain.

Yet hope is fierce knowing no boundary,

her tenacious wings guide into the light.

Benjamin