Hope is an Orange thing

Hope is an Orange thing

   Hope is an Orange thing

    Vibrant, refusing to be dulled

 Like Amber, long forgotten

         Gone grey and clouded

                ‘Till Darkness falls

        And when shined, polished

It Glow-gleams

Like a Candle’s light, flicker

        Seeming so small, so frail

               Until a Storm comes

      And that small light is

All that is left in the Universe

Like Autumn leaves

       Clinging despite the cold

             A reminder

       That soon the sorrow will pass

And life will go on, in Light

Like the Sun’s rise

        Promising that Dawn is here

               At Last

      The cold night no longer rules

All shall be made Safe

Hope is an Orange thing

 Vibrant, even when muted

A Strong thing, bright

 Saying, softly

“I Live On.”