In the passing of the torch
chances are...
it will burn less bright
and darkness settling
on these dreams
shall deepen throughout
the passing of the night

In the waning of our values
chances are...
they will be forgotten
and the views we held
of such things
like the moon will be
slowly waning into cotton

But if we plant it
chances are...
rain could bring it back
and spring may see
hope thrive yet
If we are brave enough
to plant what we lack

(March 2nd, 2018)