When I peered into the blush of dawn,
I saw only dreams,
But slowly my laughter faded,
As in my mind
I found the shadows left behind.
For in the misty light,
I found nightmares lie awake.
And so I wept
The night was once edged in stars,
Where each shadow held a silver sheen.
But in the light of day, each precious gleam holds hands
With the shadow of its death.
When I peered into the shadows of dusk,
I saw only fear.
But finally my terror splintered
As through the doubts
I found hope flickered still.
For in the dying light,
I saw visions dance with dreams.
And I stood
The day was once edged in mist,
Where each light held a shadow.
But beneath the cloak of night, the gleaming stars held promise
Of glorious things yet unseen.
Hope Ann entertains a mob of younger siblings, manages shifts at Culver’s, and writes a wide range of fantasy. Fueled by passion, relationships, and constant learning, she works to provide an escape from the grind of normal life through fiction and the sarcastic, no-nonsense inspirational posts on her blog. She’s the self-published author of the Legends of Light series, a personal writing coach, and the Story Embers newsletter manager. You can join her email list to claim a free story about a young captain, an immortal fae, and one unwanted gift that could doom them both.