Sometimes it comes without warning,

like that elusive rainbow

after the pouring rain



When your defenses are down

just for a day, it sneaks in

like a cool breeze on a scorching day



Other times, when judgement’s hammer

is about to fall, it rescues you like

a lifeline in an angry sea



When nothing and everything meld

in a suffocating fog, it cuts

with the precision of a surgeon’s scalpel



Time, perhaps the outskirts of time,

becomes tightly braided with its essence

gifting light to darkness



Hope, soft and soothing,

insistent and irrefutable,

provides just enough texture to sustain





photo: The Blue Diamond Gallery



prompts: Fiery Verse, Ravensveil, Writerswrite/Zuenchii