Candle Of Hope Poem by Mervyn Graham

In the cradle of dawn, where dreams take flight,
Hope unfurls its wings, bathed in morning light.
With aspiration's fire, we reach for the sky,
In the tapestry of life, where dreams amplify.

Desire whispers secrets, woven in each wish,
Expectation's melody, a tantalizing dish.
Ambitions soar like eagles, in the boundless blue,
As plans are forged with purpose, to see them through.

Dreams dance in the twilight, in hues serene,
Daydreams paint vistas, in realms unseen.
Yet not all dreams are real, some just gleam,
A pipe dream's shadow, in a moonlit stream.

Longings linger, like echoes in the night,
Yearning for a future, bathed in starlight.
Cravings stir the soul, a relentless hankering,
To grasp the elusive, in hope's unwavering anchoring.

In the symphony of existence, hope's refrain,
Echoes through valleys, over mountains, and plains.
With each beat of the heart, it finds its aim,
Guiding us forward, through joy and pain.

So let hope be our compass, in life's grand scheme,
Fueling our spirits, like a radiant beam.
For in hope's embrace, we find our way,
Through the maze of existence, come what may.

Mervyn Graham (cc 2024)