Ghosts

We can dread the sunset,
see only ghosts among the ebbing light
and miss the splendor of the scene
with all its majesty and beauty.

Tomorrow is not a cancerous occasion
just because today somebody had the flu,
allowing anxiety’s specters to haunt
every view we expect to see,
takes away the gift of sight,
which always looks for hope
among each new dawn.

Because even though life changes,
love still dwells within the heart,
some minds may look for doom,
yet others search for answers.

Humanity is a tide of thought
flowing slowly towards its own destination,
being one we can fill with progress or ruins.

So even with the times come
that mankind falls from glory,
there is always the dreamer
on the thrones of power
who refuse to see only storms.
They hold onto the candle
enduring in any wind,
remembering how often
prophets of our demise
have been proven wrong.

True gold lies in the spirit
where it shines in everlasting expectation
of moving ahead despite the problems,
standing instead of sitting,
facing the future
and holding up a vision of change
filled with blessings and not curses.