Beams

Moonlight casts beams of hope,
Dreams and promises consume each ray,
Love seems to enchant the moonlight.
Animating each shaft of hope,
Time is forever endless,
Shattering the days anger,
Disregarding the sorrow,
Reliving only the agreeable,
Hoping tomorrow catches the beam.

Written when I was 17, published in the school newspaper. All girls Catholic school, where we had to wear wool skirts even in the dead of summer. Real fun.