Hot needles of the moon burst in the veins,
A wintry shock proclaims new autumn’s fire,
As lights of hope invade the winking rains,
And guts retract wind’s chord beyond the pyre,
The lonesome touch of long-awaited snow
Caresses ageless skins that turf old trees,
Yet in those waving curtains sometimes glow
Symbolic eyes that smile like suns on seas.
Poor birds, who cannot see the symbol snowflakes
In God’s broken reds on setting skies,
Who cannot know there lives, on frost of lakes,
The symbol sun, which through the snowflake sighs,
I pity them, but they don’t pity me,
And they know deeper beauty I can’t see.
Sean Godley
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lights-of-hope/
