Calm? Not quite.
Some are just getting their second wind,
While others can’t find rest.

Peace be still,
While waters recede,
While sunshine falls
Behind inescapable walls of
Darkness and blight.

Hopes abandoned
Diminished
Obscured
Overshadowed

Recharging…

They come up for air,
Before light meets their demise,
To capture a sliver of belief inside…

Canyons of dreams
Incomplete thoughts
Caverns of piercing,
penetrating revelations.
Clear as day, yet dark as
night.

Their truth mocking
Jeering
Taunting…

At hopes conceived
Aspirations believed
And visions only half-achieved.

Where hope meets fear
The altercations ensue
Both equally convincing
In their pursuit.

I know where you dance
And where you play,
When nightfall comes
And day fades away.

Piercing
Penetrating
Clear as day
Or should I say, dark as night?