Hope Swings

I’m waking up.

Another morning…

The rain is groping

gloomy threes.

Another day

is slowly crawling

upon the monochrome,

deserted streets. 

Just out of dark,

depressing dreamscape –

how much of suffer

is still ahead?

Then burst of life

from sudden laughter 

is pumping back

inside of me.

My daughter’s up,

the sin is rising,

outside a rainbow’s

glowing high.

The world is back –

now all in order.

”Hey daddy! Come! Today is

gonna be amazing day!”