Poetic Trust

Familiar voices rise from the dust;

As a sharp echo radiates poetic trust.

Eyes pierce from within the dark;

For the nightingale searches for a moonlit park.

Treasured thoughts stored in a vault;

Angelic voices rouse the north winds to halt.

A child immerses to her safe haven;

The counting crow mystifies the raven.

From dusk to dawn, Autumn fades away;

Her leaves harvest the colors to stay.

Hope of September moons illuminate in,

The forgotten field sings a hymn

To a misplaced future seeking her kin.