What Dreams May Come?

What dreams may come
through the darkness?
that decays at the coming of light?
What echoes resound through the bottomless pits
Being born through the palpable night?
If hope, upon wings, must soar heavenward
do they stop, are they stopped, do they die?
For how can hope reach heaven
through the endless abyss of dark sky?
Through the cool, through the calm, through the chaos
we all drift through the night
With a hopes they'll be a shimmering forward
of the limitless face of the light.
Till then, we all grope forward
trod till we reach our abodes
wondering what dreams will come
to lighten the heavy set loads.

© Caroline Alicia Harris

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