New Hopes Come To Man
Martins Iyoboyi
New hopes come to man
After gloomy tide is done
Leaving the bleak spirits
The service of future thoughts.
The spot is seismic,
Falling while I stand to stare;
The darkening rays of the clouds
Running, gathering moving despairs
Soon go down the tranquil deep
And drink the glints of sanity.
We must not throw out the light,
Brief though it may seem,
For old blurs shall efface
And proffer the mind purer hopes.
