Hope Poem by Leonard Dabydeen

Hope

In the silence of this endless night
my last song
ricochets in the wind;
and in every nook and cranny
of the abyss
I hear the echo of my song swirling
through every crack and crevice.
Sometimes swaying trees
beckon to my song;
they, too, dance to the lilting tune
while my fluted words
make melody to marinate my dreams.
So look deep into my eyes
before you let sleep
harness your memories
with this brewing storm;
and listen to the purr in my voice:
in this aura of Hope
I will hide this endless night
with a new dawn
for your dreams;
and as the sun rises
your smile will take shape and form
as you watch children play
in the living-room of your happiness.