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