a hope, deferred.

A hope, deferred. 

And the darkness moved in,

An obliging smother to

the light,

A hope without belief. 

A fear without fright. 

Your hand raised to me,

Like winds to the limbs

of some rotten tree. 

Your smiled turned,

bleak. 

The angry whimsy 

of your fist & feet. 

And the pain moved aside,

Settled embers,

After a fire. 

The front of a storm,

The laud of the first born,

The roomed shires of the forlorn. 

Hope sprung from

a freshwater brook. 

an insight,

with no look. 

Settlers in some foreign place,

The movement of anguish,

in your face. 

I wanted nothing more

Than to be a cherished moon

among your shore. 

all the truths 

beyond the lore. 

giving less

when I needed more. 

And nights...

Came and went. 

And no stars fell here,

My heart swollen

with fear. 

Eggshells underneath,

My hope,

beneath this breach. 

And, you were like 

edgy things. 

and I was not pure. 

our love was not

sure. 

The funnel of some cloud,

The whisper shattering

the loud. 

The dead leaves neath 

the tree

that can bear no more rings. 

The opera, 

where no diva sings. 

There was. 

There is

an end 

to all my hope 

to all our dreams

to all our means. 

to all these things

Jason Christopher Johnson