HOPE

by c. geeplay The passionate winds blow among the branches on the plains, while the river flows among the ravines and cliffs. The feisty embrace of the moon's shadow blooms on the horizon, moving in leaping steps upon the night’s longing swells, crusted with the honeyed songs of birds flapping their wings to the rustle of the river’s waves. The hope in the yearning voices on the shore refuses to vanish into thin air, as the moon shows her face, shining quietly in the evening sky. The leaps of the hunter is uninterrupted by the dew that mists the plants and thorns of the wild shrubs and flowers, and I stand there and marvel, as an evanescent morning swoops in.