Growing Hope

Digging through the twilight, 
on the way to the new dawn;
lost within the depth of this hole,
searching for some warm sun.

Growing out of the fertile dusk,
drinking the fluid of ignorant bliss;
reaching to breach oppressive crust,
longing for that precious gentle kiss.

Busting out into the light of day,
stretching out as if climbing rope;
spreading out to capture the glow,
feeding on only the love of hope.

~greyeyesgabriel 2011