Flicker

Creations > Poetry

Used to have night skies,
No stars.
No sparkle.
No awareness.
Is it a dream?
No.
Never.
Oblivious to darkness, in the
Shadows forever.

Presently… some
Change.
Sparse fireflies flicker.
Ripples disrupt the perpetual flow of darkness.
Awake, I say, I wish.
The minute hand stills.
Is it enough?
For now.
Treasure it.

Hope is all the future holds,
For what we know
Will never come.
Where is the gold at the end of the
Rainbow?
Always out of reach
Yet eternal.
At least Change will come.
Maybe.

Explanation:
Eighth grade assignment. Can you guess what this is about?