The desert sun does not shine faintly
Its light unwavers at the first glimmer of the dawn
No dim perception
A simple twinkle becomes a sparkle and then a shimmer
No feeble nor intermittent glow
Its brightness not subdued at break of day
Its luster—steady, brazen as it meets the moon
Today
recalled this shine—a yearning, an inkling of
a near forgotten dream
tucked away deeply, safely
for a moment such as this
such as now
A moment to remember
that hope
can sometimes
be a verb
