Ode To New Beginnings

‘Fore me, came forth friendship

Of great virtue; a complimentary.

Whence did it appear? Like a tulip,

A blessing: That rich pigmentary.

The life of solitude; wishing 

Upon thyself a halter, no more…

Surely did not, myself diminishing,

Imagine such beauty- to the core.

Feelings O’ pleasure, that which

Giveth mountainous exhilaration

To the rejuvenating soul, a switch;

Yonder hath captured my deviant exhibition.

To this ode, I say with newfound might,

“Hope doth indeed possess the weary heart.”

For truth presents universally; a light,

So profound, so real, so hard.

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