Hope

Wyoming

There is a little window

In my little room

Big enough to see

The light side of the moon

 

Each night I make a wish

I dream of better days

And weep myself to sleep sometimes

Then wake to the sun's soft rays

 

Now and again I remember

Pieces of my past

A foggy cloud lifts off my mind

Will I be free at last?

Reviews

[James Paulin]

I love sunrise poems. The past isn't going to go away but the future is full of possibilities. You used the moon too and focused on the bright side, very nice. I enjoyed this piece with its subtle rhyme and optimism.