In the morning of the midnight glare
I stare
Into the cold departed eyes of solitude
I loathe the expression of what I cannot see

Into twilight the answer flickers
I stare
Waiting for the obvious change
That colour of unbinding liberation delivers

To the sky a fading glow
I stare
Of promises made echoing in our ears
Ticking the tide to pass

On the bright ride of morning white
I stare
As fable reaches the far stretched land that calls
The enrichment the end of the rainbow will bring

In hope one day
I stare
Waiting for that welcoming glare
I stare
We stare

by Michele Hofer