Eternally Optimistic …

morning breaks in,
shattering the mute night,

infusing the silence,

with the joyous mishmash of all that that little thing called hope brings,

that no matter how bleak the weeks may seem,

and how desolate the minutes may feel,

every night of emptiness must end,

as with each new dawn,

the sun does its renewing warmth,

to us all, extend …