For Morrow

Whispers, whispers,
Breed not a conspiracy.
Whispers, whispers,
Spread not an ignominy.

A petty candle that conceives shadows;
The hours limber away in recesses
Left by those that were filled with hope.

Whispers, whispers,
Stay put in your voyeur's delight;
Whispers, whispers,
Show not your face with ugly fright.

Dream not of roads that do not bend;
The arc innate shall chip away,
And lead you into a turn,
Again and again, yet again.


Whispers, whispers,
Remain unsaid among men,
Whispers, whispers,
Stay away, go back whence.

You;

Deep despair of those days, 

When the sun is at those angles,

Rather too acute and beautiful,

That you wish to hold on, anyway;

Now,

Close your eyes and take a step ahead,

Morrow is a million miles away,

The night too young to be tainted by the day.

But,

Whispers, Whispers,
They haunt, the prowl,
Whispers, whispers,
The day seems a hard shroud.

Yet,

Dare, dare, dare,
Be brave, look past the despair;
Fight, fight, fight,
Punch again and again.

For,

Morrow;

Hope, else what?

The Light Shines The Brightest