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




PoemsJutta Dobler