Shadowless

What’s a creature without hope?
Is a thing living that dreams for tomorrow?
By dreaming alone do we die?
Losing the moment.
Deny tomorrow her surprise.
Dreams that are so lost.
A dream of things
I should have known
another hope 
That time disowned.
A shattered dream
A broken heart.
Yesterday’s flickering bottomless shade.
Set up all the while for that grand departure.
What’s a creature without hope?
A shadowless thing? (So I’m told.)
Something only light can bring.

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