The Promise

I will call you in the twilight of the storm,

You will find me in the seeds of tomorrow.

In revolutions stillborn, in fields yet reaped

In the sun at the end of the mist, and rain drops yet to scatter.

In the holes of our souls, in teary eyes

Through the trickling lights, in visions to be realized.

In hope behind wars, in smiles waiting to burst forth

I will stand tall, sway not in the face of the squall.

For what looks up can only be put down, never brought down

And that which doesn’t yield, will never be destroyed

For what belongs to the future, is invincible to the present.

(Terribly late for another post but this is probably fitting in continuation with the last one.)