Eternal Rebirth

A thread of a dream, caught in the sky,

Blushes to greet the morning.

A wisp of a hope, on wings of rain,

Fades with nary a warning.

A beauty which dies in just a breath's age,

And rebirths with every new dawning,

An intangible joy at sitting alone

And watching the new day's spawning. 

Reviews

[pal]

A short well written poem.
Pal

[Thea Fuentebella]

nice rhyming and choice of words :) great job!

[Crowley]

I love the concept and the writing...very beautiful and eternally hopeful. Nice words for the end of a weekend, cuz here comes Monday. Loved it.