Like the wispy mist that lingers
amongst the dark dense foliage
even though the sun shines bright..
Like dawn's strong steady fingers
sifting through the cloudy plumage
to pry open the doors of night...
Like the lone star that flickers
uncowering, undaunted its courage
long after darkness has taken flight..
Like spring's last flowering asters
upright in their sprightly carriage
haunting the mind's eye with delight...
Like the raindrop that glitters
before surrender to earth's bondage
moving the soul; its destined plight...
memory within me glimmers
of every soul that left the harborage;
a beacon in my heart ever alight..