Hope dies last

on the surface desolation

and the aftermath

really no more need for wonder

just a forlorn path

and yet

under that

beyond the logic

barely there

the feel of magic…

wishful thinking

flaky schemes

fairy tales

gossamer dreams

super moon

makes super crazy

cosmic love

gets really hazy

once confronted

with the night

at the first hint of the darkness

they forsake the light

then the moonstruck

turn to shadows

and the silky dreams

are lost...

and yet

in the desert, bleak and vast

against all logic

hope dies last