From the ashes..

One doesn't think, but feels,

One doesn't know, but hopes,

One doesn't stop and does,

One knows the love is near.

One doesn't care and continues,

to a goal that is never revisited,

One doesn't consider consequences,

What is experienced is passion.

When disappointment is a fear,

When the feeling is getting lost,

In a crowd of so many, too many to count,

One knows they are burning to the ground.

From a lifetime of hope,

From the throes of passion,

rising from the ashes of oneself,

A true writer is finally born..

Hope..

There comes a time in everyone's life,

When confusion and deceit of the mind,

Rules over the judgement of the right..

But the time passes and the sun emerges,

from the west this time,

Against the thread of nature..

When this dawn comes,

And the horizon is no longer dark..

The hope that you had lost in warmth,

Comes gushing right back..

The sun envelopes everyone,

All colour, race, gender no bar..

Life regains it's old meaning,

That time is not far..

for once hope is back,

and reason and clarity restored,

everything has a new meaning,

even if it's the old one you had kept in store..