Hope Surge

A limping body’s nails dug into the falling crests of light and tides

Its threads, woven, coloured, shed shadows on the tug of war

The fact of distance was hid, by layer upon layer

Of sweetness among oceans, far from present

Dry fading cells fell on many shores, swelling with dream

Dwelling in minds, power held in each coast

A pleasant hunger satisfied by a morning slurp

Its shouts climbed the well walls, holding on every cry and piece

The figure rushes, laying claim on waves, pieces, eyes, and prices

A treat of light bursting, its rays lighting the heavens

Pressed farther than any catch, inhaled into every cavity

Enlightening blindness of its thought, its face unfleshed

Some days, it drinks of the waves, some, it sips

Its friends wish on mornings, kiss their life through the tides

Peace breaks through the cracks, its hope bleeding like none other