Hope Anew

 

 

 

Adorned and worn I whittle the space,
A fervent march to another place,
In the shadow of a man I walk,
fears platoon doth mock;
Life's festoon unfolds before me,
pen in hand I face the dark;
I circle another block.
This battle has been fought before,
it's new beginning to settle the score;
Each soldier born shall wear the mark.
A wave of light rolls a glimmer of hope,
I wipe my eyes and adjust the scope,
Sheer rock wall unfolds and still,
I turn my head till it's just a hill.